Musical Chairs

by carolynholm

Dear Mommy,

Dad sat on me.

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

Somehow I don’t think that really happened.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

Yes it did. He sat on me at dinner.

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

He didn’t sit on you. He was trying to edge you off of his chair so he could sit down.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

It was rude. I was there first.

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

It was his chair, sweetie. You have your own chair.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

Still, it was rude to push me like that.

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

We were sitting down for dinner and he was carrying a platter, so he couldn’t shoo you off with his hands. You should have been sitting in your own chair.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

Puffin should have his own chair too.

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

That’s nice of you to think of him, but there is just room for three chairs. And I’m not sure he is all that interested. He’s not as sociable as you are.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

Well, I thought we could switch chairs just this once.

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

We aren’t switching chairs.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

Humans are surprisingly inflexible.

Love, Mia

 

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