Something Special for Me

Our new chair has cocoa on one arms now. It isn’t brand-new anymore, but Grandma and Mama and I still like to squeeze into it together just like the day we first brought it home. That was when Aunt Ida, who lives upstairs, took this picture of us. We keep it on the shelf next to the big money jar and the picture of me when I was one month old.

One Saturday Mama and I were sitting in the chair in our bathrobes. I kept trying to talk to Mama about my birthday which was going to be in just three days, but Mama wouldn’t listen. On her day off from her job at the Blue Tile Diner, Mama loves to sit and read her newspaper. Then she never even hears the things I tell her. I had to tickle her foot until she threw down the paper and jumped out of the chair. Then she chased me all over the house.