The other day, Isaac was running about climbing me, sitting on me, and generally abusing me.
“What am I to you?” I mock-scolded him. “Furniture!!?”
I then proceeded to stiffen my body, holding out my arms like the arms of a chair. This made Isaac laugh riotously and, of course, jump into my lap to try out the new living room piece.
“You know, I'm sure that not too far in the past, I was cool. I just know it. When did I become furniture?”
At this, Mr. Isaac stops and cocks his head earnestly, thinking. “Um, when you got married?” he tries.
The damn kid stops me dead in my tracks every time.
Go to this link to find out your true furniture identity. It's funny. Do it.