She went into the kitchen while I sat in front of the TV to watch old movies until dinner was ready. It wasn’t too hard to control my sister, but I often had to make compromises to keep her happy. The one I had just made was enough to make her forget about diapering me. With any luck, she would forget I made the promise and let me continue to wear the training pants until I regained my toilet training. As long as it was only a little pee in my pants, it shouldn’t be any trouble to convince her to go along with me. I resolved to run to the bathroom the minute I felt the need.

A half hour later Gina called and said that dinner was ready. I stumbled into the kitchen to eat dinner and to see what she had prepared for me. When I looked at the kitchen table, I froze in place. Standing next to the kitchen table was a brand new high chair. Apparently she intended to make me eat my meals while sitting in an infant’s high chair!

“What is this?”, I said, indicating the new high chair.

“It’s your new chair. Do you like it?”, Gina asked in apparent expectation that I would be pleased by the acquisition.

“I suppose. Whatever gave you the idea I needed a high chair?”, I asked rhetorically.

Apparently Gina had had little experience with rhetorical questions, she looked confused and said, “But the instructions said…..”

“Never mind!”, I interrupted. I decided I was going to have to get a look at the instructions after dinner. Actually, the high chair wasn’t a bad idea. I could sit and eat with my head at the same relative height as Gina’s. It would facilitate dinner conversation if I had anything to say. I was sure that Gina wouldn’t have anything intelligent to offer up for discussion.