Finn and the black chair

Here's the story of my father's black chair.  

My mother bought it for $35 while my father was in medical school back in Chicago.  However, she couldn't afford it all at once so she convinced the lady she bought it from to let her pay $5 a month for it.  I grew up with many memories of my father reading in it, sitting by the fire.  I would often sit on the arm and it never showed a tear.  It held up against many indoor football games and hours of reading and pouncing.  When my mom left for her mission I casually mentioned to my mother that I would love to take the chair off her hands.  I actually coveted that chair.  I have many fond memories of my father in it.

Back at our old house once Finn learned how to climb up onto it he loved to stand and giggle at our family photos.  He also loved to slide down the side of it when he was smaller.  It's become a favorite of is and has even held up to his biting (unlike the back of the green leather sofa.)

The other night Finn was just being a goof and was getting a kick out of making us laugh while he was hanging out on the black chair.

Oh is someone actually tired?