At our dining table, there is a special chair. It is a big, solid, library-style chair, and it is for Daddy (Sean) to sit in. Dad’s a big strong man, and he needs a big strong chair. Other people are permitted to sit in the chair, but we all know that if Dad comes in the vicinity and there is food involved, it is time to give up the chair to the rightful owner.
Here’s the conversation from our house, around lunchtime.
Dad: Hey, Ellie. Why are you sitting in my chair?
Ellie: Because I’m the Queen!
Dad: Well, okay.