The other day the four-year-old came wandering through the house mumbling, "Where's that $3 chair...that $3 chair?" over and over to himself like a possessed zombie. I didn't know what to make of it. Three dollar chair? Should I be worried?
Then he came wandering around the corner in triumph, carting his quarry, bagged my his momma lioness just hours ago.
The sad thing is, he thinks it's normal. I mean, doesn't everyone have a $3 chair.