He will never own an antique store, I don’t think

1548 1548_ () 1548 1548 I am at my desk, sitting in my vintage wooden chair. Elliott comes up behind me and starts to jump up and then forward while holding onto the back of my chair.

“Honey, don’t do that,” I tell him. “This chair is rickety.”

“Why do you keep it?”

“Because I can sit in it just fine.”

“Well when it breaks can we shoot it with the b-b-gun?” 1548″> .