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?