A Small Chair For G-Boy

ONCE UPON A TIME.... I had been innocently walking across the East side when this little chair caught my eye through the window as I passed. It was covered in red fire engines and clumps of trees. It reminded me of a pair of pajamas with fire engines my son had as a boy. I had to go in and take a closer look. It was the cutest little chair I'd ever seen. Made for a little boy, a little G-boy. It was on sale. I bargained, struck a deal, then asked them to hold it a week.

A week later on Saturday morning my son met me at the store, picked up the fire engine chair and gallantly hailed a taxi. Away we went, speeding the chair to its new home to live with G- Boy.
We put the chair near a window while G- Boy was napping. And waited. But we didn't have to wait very long. When naptime was over, G-boy flew out of his room and spied the chair. He stopped looked and listened, then climbed aboard for the first time.And the rest is history for a little G-boy and the chair with fire engines all around.

And the boy and his chair and his parents and baby sister all lived happily ever after......

The end, for now....