You've gotten so speedy at moving the step stool where you want it and climbing up to the counter that in the amount of time it takes me to assemble the rest of the guacamole ingredients, you've already eaten the avocado.
All you're missing is some tennis balls on the legs of that thing so you can speed up your game, like the old folks with their walkers. Or maybe some airbrushed flames on the side.
Go greased lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile.
Love,
Mom
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