Daughter: What the hell is that?

She looks disdainfully at the new chair in my writing room..

Daughter: Your boyfriend gave it to you didn’t he?

Me: Well, yes actually. I love it.

Daughter: What is wrong with him? Why is he always bringing you things…?

Me: He finds these amazing objects..

Daughter: What next, a wheel barrow with no wheels? A dead pigeon?