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February 21, 2006
"You want a piece of me, chair?"
said my five-year old tonight, dressed in full Batman togs, before delivering 360 degrees of pain to the sides, the back, the seat of our oversized wooden rocking chair.
"Hunh? Chairie?" he cooed. "You want a piece of me, Chairie?" And somehow that familiar name only made the beating more savage.
What do you think?
Wasn't there a supervillian called The Chair on the old Batman show? I can hear Adam West calling him "Chairie" right now.
Posted by: So-Called Bill at February 21, 2006 7:56 PMTeach your children well. They should know all the degrees of pain before they grow wise.
Posted by: Worker 11811 at February 22, 2006 12:59 PMyou better watch your back buddy, Connivers have a replacement member for the "old man". Just a warning, now exercise!
Posted by: heroic imp at February 25, 2006 7:21 AMThis is very cute--makes me consider raising kids for the literary benefits alone!
Posted by: Laura at February 25, 2006 12:28 PMWhat do you think?
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