Since I'm out in Ohio, vacationing at my friend TMF's house, I get to steal a page from her book and relate a "cute little Chinese girl" incident in the grand tradition of Destination: Order.
After dinner yesterday evening, Number Three Daughter Amy was intent upon enlisting her long-suffering mother in yet another arduous game. "C'mon Mama, get up!" was the importunate demand, as she scrambled out of her high chair and over to her mother's side. Pig-tales flopping, she communicated her impatience through restless bouncing.
"Oh, honey," was the apologetic but matter-of-fact reply, "Mama's not going anywhere. She's pretty much anchored to this chair right now."
"Whoops!" exclaimed Amy, running around her mother's chair to conduct an examination. After diagnosing the cause of immobility, Amy commenced pushing with all her might in an effort to dislodge the recalcitrant part. Mrs. F. wisely remained rooted. At her advice, Amy switched from pushing to pulling, although this produced as disappointing a result. The two older girls watching this scene scarcely attempted to muffle their laughter. Becoming aware that there was assistance available nearby, Amy entreated, "Help Mama, Help Mama! Help her out of the chair."
Informed that all three of her elders were stuck sitting down, she ran from her mother to me, asking my help with the former, and from me to TMF, asking her help with both of us. Finally, she resorted to kisses and a sweet-voiced request, combined with judiciously applied physical pressure and exaggerated groans of effort. Unable any longer to resist her sincere efforts to un-stick us, we yielded at last. The table had to be cleared anyway.