Chairs

My brother and I are sitting at the dining room table. Grandma is in the house. Brother finishes whatever he is doing and decides to run off as usual to be with his friends. First he runs down the flight of stairs, out the door located in the front of the house, comes around the house, more steps down the hill to the road in the back of the house. Now he is ready to disappear to where ever he intends to go. Grandma opens the window to the street and hollers "T..., come back and push your chair under the table".


Now, if this is not a way to teach children how to live the "proper way", what is.


When I'm finished at the table, I always put my chair back. I wonder why.