Of course, he thinks that the foot-stool is his own new reading chair.
I went for a big morning walk, and, feeling quite exhausted as I neared home, I happened upon this ikea poang, complete with matching footstool, on the curbside. I circled it a couple of times and settled in for a few minutes of relaxing. Then, convinced that the poang and I were destined to be together (at least until I've finished with late-night breastfeeds), I called B to pop outside and help me carry it home. I wiped it down, had the covers cleaned, and now I'm sitting ever so comfortably, wondering why I didn't realise immediately that I'd have to share it.