Geronimo!

I recently got new furniture. Whoohoo! We actually wore out the other sofa. The fabric disintegrated. It was about 8 years old but I have to wonder if it would have lasted longer if I had girls.
One day I came home and I could see my husband in the kitchen cleaning up from dinner. As I turned my head into the living room, I was startled. Both of my boys had stripped down to their underwear, collected ALL of the sofa cushions, cushion backs, and pillows, and piled them on the floor. They proceeded to jump off the coffee table, onto the cushions, yelling, “Geronimooooo!” My youngest, Carson, then asked me if I would like to join them. I asked him if I had to take my clothes off too. Since it seemed to be a requirement, I declined.
My oldest boy, Kyle, cannot just sit anywhere. He reminds me of a cat or a monkey. He sits, or rather, lays, on the back of the sofa. He also lays upside-down, feet up and over the back of the sofa and head off the seat cushion. (Some blood loss to the brain, for fun.) Both of my boys tend to run and then launch themselves off the ground and onto the seat, almost bouncing themselves back to a standing position. It’s a wonder my furniture lasted this long!
We opted for a leather sofa this time and in only three short months have had to have the furniture company replace the cushions. They were going flat already. That was from my oldest BOY, my hubby. He tends to make a nest from where he can watch sports, snooze, and read the paper with the least amount of effort.
Oh, almost forgot…I got myself a pretty La-Z Boy chair and as I settled in for the first time and reclined, I thought, “Wow, all new furniture. It feels so nice.” Looking at the room from that new prospective, I was able to see that one of the lamps is cracked in half. Nice. Someone had apparently knocked it off the table, broke it, and set the broken part in the back where they thought no one would notice. (And these are less than a year old because someone broke my last set of lamps!) Oh, the joy of boys!