Yesterday Teen Spirit noticed the post on OTBKB about the red chair. "Are we getting rid of the red chair?" he screamed from the back of the apartment.

He was really upset.

"That’s a great chair. You can’t get rid of it," he pleaded.

Then OSFO chimed in. "You are not getting rid of the red chair. Say it, "I will not throw away, give away or sell the red chair."

The chair was removed from the living room in the middle of last week. It’s been on its side in the dining room for days. I guess they were in denial about it.

What’s a mom to do? The chair takes up too much space in our newly truncated living room. It’s like a black hole in there occupying a corner, blocking the window.

It’s just too big.

I understand how kids get attached to things. They’ve spent many a cozy time in that chair. Am I cruel? Am I not sensitive to their needs? Am I being a terrible mom?

I don’t think so. The chair is old. The springs are coming out of the
bottom. It’s dirty. Sure, it’s a fancy chair. My mother had it made at
a snazzy upholsterer in Soho. It’s a good chair. The cushions are  down
filled. It’s ULTRA SUEDE.

"You’re always changing things," he said. "When you’re upset you always move the furniture," Teen Spirit told me. He’s kind of right. When I’m upset I move things.

P.S. The chair is still available.