who's been sitting in my chair

Tonight we had dinner with Papa and Grandma Linda. It was an informal dinner to use up any leftovers from yesterday's family picnic, it also tied in with some baby sitting we needed them to do, but that's a story for another time. So tonight we feasted on hamburgs, sausages and some of Grandma Linda's incredible macaroni salad squished around the tiny kitchen table. To be fair it never used to be tiny, but with the additions to our family elbow room is quickly becoming a limited commodity.

Now as in many households everyone has an assigned seat. Now back in the day Papa would sit at one end of the table with Mike sitting opposite him. Grandma Linda and Uncle Jeff would sit across from each other on the short side. Even I got my own spot once they realized I was going to keep hanging around. I got to share the back side of the table with Uncle Jeff. There he could kick me under the table and do his damnedest to try and make what ever beverage I happened to be drinking come out my nose. It was fun times and I am proud to say, to date he has yet to succeed and since I usually sit next to Papa I'm sure he's happy about that too.

Tonight as we gathered around the table Abby decided to throw a wrench in the works by climbing into Papa's seat. Grandma Linda and I both admonished her to move back into her own seat that was pulled up to the curve of the table between her grandparents. No dice, she wasn't going to move. I pointed out she was being rude taking someone's seat and she should quickly move into her own before dinner started. Which she did, but only to prove to me how it was never going to be possible for her to sit on *that* chair because *that* chair was so much worse than Papa's chair. I mean, what was wrong with me that I couldn't see that? While we were still on the topic of why this was the worst chair in the history of the world when Papa came in with dinner off the barbecue.

Anybody want to guess where this is going?

Well if you guessed that Abby ended up eating her dinner from Papa's chair while Papa straddled the table leg and squeezed himself into the little space left for her on the corner. Well you win. She does have him wrapped around her little finger, but I don't hear either one complaining about it.