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Smiles, are
now as I recall
The
incident when my Granddaughter was small
She
loved to think and do the baby things
To
try a pacifier or swing in her baby swing
Now
to sit in a high chair would be fun it seemed
Although
a wee bit big, this little angel with her
unseen wings.
 
We
entered the restaurant for a meal
Not
realizing what was ahead...the big ordeal
Little
one quickly climbed and squeezed into the baby
chair
All
seemed well so we ate in peace very unaware
When
dinner was over how to get her out of the
wooden high chair.
Stuck,
and I mean stuck...We began to pull and tug
with fear
But
to get her to budge was nowhere near
What
can we do to free the little dear?
Get
the oil from the kitchen, "I said with
cheer"
Surely
if she could squeeze in, she could be gotten
out
So
what was all the commotion about?
This
theory wasn't working without a doubt.
Astonished
and then almost panic
I
had thought it kind of funny, it was and it
wasn't
Little
one thought it wasn't.
Little
one got scared and began to cry, Momma began
to sigh
Thank
God for the preacher that came by
With
more wisdom than those standing around
He
turned the chair backwards and earned baby's
crown
With
her weight shifting his strategy was believed
She
finally was free and how we were relieved
No
need for the saw or tools for freedom to be
retrieved.
A
lesson was very well learned
From
little one that now could discern
That
sizes of chairs are important for you
And
try one on for size before feeling blue
Will
make little one's day out happy too.
PLEASE
NO HIGH CHAIR, THANK YOU !!!
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