A Temporary Solution

One of my favorite places to play is in the kitchen. My parents don't understand why. And, I can't tell them why yet. I just know how much fun it is. The floor is hardwood and I can slide across it pretty good.

But, it seems when I go into the kitchen, I always find something that gets me in trouble. So, Daddy found a temporary solution--he placed the chair to block my path.

This is really sad, isn't it?



Can anyone loan me a dime? Maybe I can call one of my grandparents to come rescue me from jail. A dime anyone?