I came across this neat booster seat while wandering Amazon.com. A gift idea for the young fanny in your house who is ready to say goodbye to the high-chair. An alternative to using a phonebook without totally abandoning the phonebook tradition.
It’s been a rite of the dinner table for generations for children to grow from high-chairs to phonebooks. I sat on them when I was a kid. My parents sat on them. Their parents did too.
Yes. Yes. I know. As you go back through the generations the books get progressively thinner. Which means they wouldn’t have been much of a boost. But you’re forgetting that people were much shorter back then so they didn’t need as much of a boost.
What tragedy if a kid in my house had to sit at the table with their chin in their pees because they lack the extra phonebook boost.
A thought just occurred; we could start a new rite of boosting by using obsolete computers. I have a stack in the storeroom that aren’t being used for anything else.
“Hey, kiddo, you’re getting too big for the G-5 tower. Let’s set you on a couple of laptops. You know what? Your daddy sat on same same three iBooks until he was six.”
“Did daddee’s pompis hurt like mine when he was a little boy?”
The answer is obviously going to be, “no”. Daddy was lying. He sat on comfy phonebooks. Computers are hard, sometimes sharp, and posteriorally unforgiving.
Speaking of phonebooks. The new phonebooks are here. Again. They just keep coming and coming. And they don’t come one at a time. It’s two or three per drop.
No sooner do we rid ourselves of the last batch before more arrive. Delivered by a vast fleet of obstinate hatchbacks. Cords of phonebooks deposited on each stoop. It matters not if one wants the phonebooks. You have no choice. They won’t even take back the now outdated ones delivered last week.
I cannot recall the last time we needed a phonebook. Who uses them anymore? Phone numbers and addresses from around the world are readily available on the cell phone, along with handy maps and instructions on how to get there. If phonebooks could do that we might keep them. But they can’t so we don’t.
As soon as they arrive I sneak them onto the neighbor’s porch.
