I’m at the rock climbing gym with my daughter, and we are having a good day. The ritual starts with the smelly bag of harnesses, chalk, and climbing shoes. They come out, we put them on, and head over to the bouldering wall. Today there aren’t many people, so we get our pick of the liter. This particular gym in Houston is much larger than our spot at home, so there are a lot of options.

When my daughter was young, she got a purple reclining chair from her Grammy. It's pretty plush for a kids chair, tilting back with ease while lifting your legs into a comfortable position. A kid's kind of luxury. It’s such a cool chair that I have seen a lot of adults try to sit in it. When they see it in the living room, it puzzles them. Looks too fancy for a kid, but too small for an adult. So they approach the enigma, and see that it stands well below the level of the rest of the couches. But they can’t shake that enticing feeling, and so after a few seconds of study, they sit.