Thomas was exceedingly pleased, the birthday party at his Mother’s house had gone well. He was delighted that he had been able to talk his wife Mary into attending his mother’s birthday party. “Maybe now the two of them will get along together,” he told himself.
He looked proudly down at his infant son nursing from a baby bottle while sitting in Thomas’s old high chair. Thomas had shaken his head in disbelief when his mother had dragged it out of the attic for Bobby. He couldn’t understand how his Mother had managed to keep it in perfect condition for thirty-seven years. He imagined that she had probably created a custom-fitted heavy-duty canvas cover for the high chair before she had placed it in the attic almost two decades before and it had remained in pristine condition throughout all the years of storage. Aside from a few scratches, it looked like it had been purchased a month before. Thomas thought that his mother must have cleaned it up to get on Mary’s good side. The padding was obviously new. It hurt Thomas to think of the pain that his mother undergone to create a new high chair pad just so his son’s bottom could rest comfortably on the almost antique high chair.