Grandpa's Footstool

The Good Friday family gathering had a great turnout as almost all the family living in province drove out of town to visit the old folks.
Four generations under one roof made for a lively and energetic time.
After washing the 40-cup coffee percolator, Simmy went to fetch a chair from the spare room to join the women who were sitting around the kitchen table.
A little groaning and grunting had Simmy turning her head to see Princess lugging a little wooden footstool.
"What are you doing?"
"I need to wash my hands," she said with perfect pronunciation.
"I'll help you," Simmy said.
"Put the stool down," Simmy said as she listened to the huffing of little Princess.
Plunk!
"Oww!" Princess had dropped the stool on her toes which were now scrunched up in her yellow socks.
"Oh dear! Let me help!"
With a swift movement the stool was positioned in front of the sink and Simmy was getting some busy instructions from the little wounded Miss,...
"I want it warmer. I want it colder. Colder. No, really cold."
After the water was running at an acceptable temperature, Simmy snapped a quick picture and just as the old- fashioned story was forming in her head...

Princess picks up the little wooden stool that Great-Grandpa has made. Standing beside the garden door, the stool with the little heart cut-out is sweetly quaint. Both feet, together, are able to stand on one side of the heart and still there is room to spare. As the little yellow socks pose and ...

Simmy breaks out of her sweet story daydream as Princess realizes that a picture has just been taken of her.
With modern inflection she imparts,
"Let's do a video of me!"
Like a needle scraping across a record, the mood is broken and only a good hearty laugh and shake of head is all Princess ends up with...
Oh, and a story and photos on 'Romance Designer.'
Oy!