Roasting marshmallows and chairs and things

Knowing what the combination of food and Charlie have done to his hair, you can imagine the havoc he can impart on anything in the surrounding vicinity during meals.

A few months ago, in lieu of a high chair, Charlie ate in a little booster seat on an old desk chair that Scott bought when he was in Ohio after college.

What Charlie did to that chair on a several-times-a-day-basis was unspeakable. I washed, scrubbed and did everything I could to get it clean. I draped towels on, around and below. Despite my efforts, it nearly always looked like a papier mache casualty.

Then, one day my mom went to a rummage sale in Waupaca and bought me a high chair. I put that disgusting chair out on the deck and it's been there ever since.

Until, as Will says, "We made Mommy SO happy!"

Like a scene out of "Office Space" we set that thing ablaze. We cheered with each piece that crumbled into the fire. And, finally, when it was nearly all ashes, we roasted marshmallows over it.

I haven't felt this good since we unloaded Scott's black couches. Next up: The living room carpet ... just as soon as Charlie achieves bladder control.