My Dad’s Chair

A picture of my brother and I sitting with my dad in “his chair.”  I was almost six and my brother was almost two in this picture.  We always had a version of “his chair” in our house throughout the years.  Whenever one wore out, it would be replaced with a brand new one.  The rules were always the same, though.  Dad always had first dibbs!  My mom would always say to us:  “You better get out of your dad’s chair.”

My Dad's Chair

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