I brought our milk can in from the garage. I can't believe I inherited this dreamy relic from my childhood. It was my high chair as a kid. Originally it was used on my great-grandfather's farm; I am sure it once was a shiny silver and got thrown around a lot. I am not sure how my Mom got it but she painted a nostalgic scene around the cylinder, which I vividly remember enjoying as a kid. When we weren't using it has a chair, it doubled as a flour container, which is exactly how we use it. Now our kids fight over who get to sit on the milk can at meal time... who would have thought.