Then a day later, as the girls and I were returning from an errand, I hear her say "uh-oh
," from the backseat. Moments later, her sister dimed her out with, "You broke Mom's chair!" That's right: My 5 year-old broke the back of my driver's seat. The entire piece has to be replaced. That's what I learned the first time I went and sat at the dealership. I'll be going again this week for the actual work to be done. Because I have nothing else to do with a move looming over my head in 3 months.I may need to change her moniker on here from L'il Sis to DP (Devil Pup).
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Sorry about the chair. Guess I missed that you're moving. I'd love to move, but scared enough of the packing process to stay put. I'm guessing that you don't have a choice, though.
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