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.
“You want a piece of me, chair?”
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4 responses to ““You want a piece of me, chair?””
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Wasn’t there a supervillian called The Chair on the old Batman show? I can hear Adam West calling him “Chairie” right now.
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Teach your children well. They should know all the degrees of pain before they grow wise.
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you better watch your back buddy, Connivers have a replacement member for the “old man”. Just a warning, now exercise!
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This is very cute–makes me consider raising kids for the literary benefits alone!
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