My Chair, My Boy

This is my chair, it was a Christmas gift from my parents when I was a baby.

I really love my chair with all is scratches and one crazy leg.

This is my boy, he was a gift from God fifteen months ago.

I really love him also, even with his recently attained fit throwing skills. Who could stay mad at that face?

My boy found my chair and he loves it. He sneaks up to his room to rock in it. Sings songs, climbs up and down just because he can.