Oh, my little highchair...

What does a face like that mean? I will soon have another date with Jack's highchair.

Oh that highchair!

For some reason I have grown to have a bit of a love/hate relationship with this little wheeled seat! I tried to figure out my feelings and here is what I have come up with...

Oh my little highchair, my little boys' seat

Why do I dislike you from my hair to my feet?

I clean you and clean you each and everyday

But still your a mess, what more can I say?

I wipe you up and spritz you down

and make you look like new

I scrape and scrub all the crumbs and bits

and food that's stuck like glue

But I know in just a couple of hours

maybe one or two

My little boy with spread his food around;

all over you, its true

Oh my little high chair, I will try to see

All the times my son has sat in you and giggled out with glee

You keep him safe and happy as he learns to eat his food

So as I scrub, I'll remind myself to be in a better mood!