Association Fees

In all the excitement* of the last few weeks, Matt moved into his muchly awaited condo. I present his piece de resistance: the Womb Chair.

Isn't that a curious name? If I were a chair, I wouldn't want my name to indicate lady parts. Maybe that's just me. And I would be called "Sweet Chair-ity."

Now, I haven't run this by its owner (hi, Dear), but I'm thinking that we should put newborns in the chair and survey them. "This chair is:
A. Exactly what I remember.
B. Red. I remember red.
C. Like a time machine.
D. Not remotely equivalent to the inside of a uterus."

*I accidentally held down the x key and this post took a decidedly inappropriate turn. Which is funny since I am about to reference female reproductive organs. Yesssss.