Life ain't fair down here close to the floor! Mom's got her comfy chair, Dad's got his big ole “Hands off!” Recliner. (Although the dog jumps in it when no one's looking!) Me? I got nuthin. “Oh Honey, why don't you set yourself some pillows on the floor?” Well, for starters there's big dust bunnies down here, plus the dog slobbers all over me!
That's why I'm pointing to this picture, Mom! Check out this awesome chair, it's called the Brown Bomber. (Awesome name, too) It would be my very own, and I'd even clean my room if you got it for me! First of all, it rocks, so I could burn off all that “excess energy” you and Dad are always talking about. Second, it reclines, so I could be a big kid, just like Dad, but without the snoring.
It's a kid-tough chair too, so it can take whatever I dish out. And it comes in a bunch of fabrics that are snuggly soft, plus easy-to-clean, on the off chance that I spill a snack. Which I hardly ever do...
The Brown Bomber is sized just right for me, too. It's 29” high, 20”deep, and 22” wide, and the seat height is 13” with the depth and width of 14”. It's perfect for big kids like me, and all the way up 'til I'm nine. And then I'll give it to my little brother. Maybe.