This chair was never scary-looking to me as a wide-eyed three year old. It was my very own special chair.I loved it so much I’ve kept it all these years. And then, as a baby the LGBB seemed unperturbed by it too. Although now looking at it, I do find the characters quite disturbing. They have grotesque faces and black noses. What’s happening there? Did they get frostbite??Still, something is appealing and timeless about them obviously, as it continued to enthrall the next generation (or maybe it’s just a genetic thing I’ve passed on).
The LGBB was so enamoured by it that she would put her feet up on it. Anything that was good or fun or given the Lolly Seal of Approval was deemed thus with the stomping of her feet upon it.
Avocado on toast = feet on plate, kicking it (and getting toast on slippers). A page-turner of a book (like, say, Five Little Ducks) = book on floor, feet on book, stomp-worthy. A kiddy chair with two “Friend” on it? Well, it’s very difficult to get your feet up on something when the surface is about half a foot higher than your seated nappy-covered bum. But on this day, she did it. For two precarious seconds (it’s a hard position to maintain).
And while I was scrambling for the camera to take a stealthy photo – which I was too slow to get as it turned out – Lolly decided she was, in fact, so taken by her new Friend chair that she offered it the ultimate in seals of approval.
She took a dump in its presence.