I supervised my person as she assembled the tiny chair.
It was missing something.
We dug through the paper cushioning the parts during their five week journey from Costa Rica, but to no avail. Would the shop send a replacement? Trying not to lose hope, we dug through another box.
Just as it was emptied of the final family members' souvenir, we discovered the final piece of the child-sized seat!
|when two chairs really love each other...|