We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Another fine kiddie chair from my Mom's stash of furniture: a kiddie potty chair from the olden days. Of course, you put an old pot under it but it had already been adapted to a regular kid's chair when I was a lad.
Thanks to Mom for having saved all of this old stuff.
I wonder whether any readers know anything about the history of this one.
My wife's mother left us a finely crafted antique Italian adult potty camouflaged as an end table, now serving us as an end table sans pot. It would be interesting to know just how it was used in pre-indoor plumbing days.
Back in the day, my highchair was also a 'potty' chair. Mum nailed the seat shut and I learned not to do where I ate. But some bright spark obviously thought that particular two-in-one was a bright idea.