A Strong Word

Can I use a strong word?

It's HATE.

I've been having negative feelings towards this chair for a long time.

Picture dried-on banana slime. In the cracks and crevices. Stuck to the belt straps.


Oatmeal slime. Grape guts. Soggy cheerios. Smushed blueberries. Cracker crumbs.

And it's a monster to clean.

The child may love the padding, but the mama don't love the mess.


Wish I had thought about that before we bought this thing. In my next life, it'll be a simple wooden high-chair that's clean with a quick wipe-down. For now, Ezra's eating on the floor under Peter's chair. That's where all the good stuff ends up anyway. *kidding*