Gipsy Baby - Part 2

My wife has been complaining for some time that the high chair that we had for chair wasn’t adequate anymore. His chair sits on top of our table chairs, but because he’s gotten so tall, he has a hard time getting his legs under the table. So, we can’t push him all the way up to the table, and he ends up leaning over to get his food. He sits back to eat it, and he gets food all over himself and the floor. So, my wife ordered a new contraption that goes under the table chair legs and lifts the entire chair up.

Troy and I immediately said that it looked like a robot was under the chair. He didn’t want to go near it until he’d determined if the robot was good or evil. Since I have recently been rewatching The Matrix, I had to agree with his assessment. So, we poked the “robot” with the broom, pushed a toy car into it, and hit it with a shoe. When the robot didn’t move or react in any way, we cautiously approached it. As we got closer, I pushed Troy in front of me, and he bravely got down at eye level with the robot and said, “Robot, are you good or bad? Are you going to eat me? Why do you only have one eye?” Turning back to me, “Look, dada, he only has one eye!”

The new contraption reminded me of his first high chair that looked like one of those Jaeggar robots from Pacific Rim. I guess this is the evolution, but I still feel like robots are trying to slowly, slowly take over.