It’s Not Dad’s Chair Anymore!

Dad’s had “his”  new chair around for a while, but the other day I got to thinking… what’s it really like up there?

So I decided to find out.

I think it’s safer to start here on the box. That way I can see what I’m jumping into.

OK, getting ready… everything smells OK.

I guess I can just…

…Jump onto the chair!

There, that wasn’t so bad.

Now to see what all the fuss is about.

Hmmm… yep, smells like dad. Probably tastes like him, too.

Interesting texture.

Oh HI dad. What are you doing over there? Oh me? I’m just STEALING YOUR CHAIR MWA HA HA HA HA!!!

What’s up here… WHOAH!

OK, middle is definitely the safest part.

I wonder if dad would mind me digging…

OK, I guess he doesn’t like that.

Well, I guess I’ll get down now… let’s see… what would be the easiest way… hmmm…

Of course, the easiest way down is the way I came up!

Wait a sec, I need to sniff this red thing before I get down.

Well, I’m happy to report that dad’s chair is:

• Very soft
• Not easy to walk on
• Fun to dig in (but dad will yell at you)
• A little bit scary (but I wasn’t scared, I’m braver than that)

I guess I shouldn’t call it dad’s chair anymore, though. Now that I’ve been up there it belongs to me – just like EVERYTHING ELSE IN THIS HOUSE.

Are you listening to me, dad? MINE.

Now feed me.

-Gus