if we say the words, “The Counter” in our house, Nate and I immediately get the response, “you said the The Cououounter”. we are not sure why, but then the kids fall to the ground in giggling heaps. go figure?? but my counter in my kitchen, is sometimes where Cole likes to sit and have her snack. And if you give a mouse a cookie…your other mouse will ask for one too. Isn’t that how the book goes? No? Well, here it does. so you let one mouse do something, you must let the other, and so both end up on the counter. sitting just close enough to give a hug, or tickles, or say the other one stinks, falling in to each other laughing snarkling, because you decided to use the rest of your bread to make a mustache. yep, all on my counter.