"Go get the Little Red Chair!"  an exclamation that transcends my youth.

We sat in the little red chair every morning while Dad braided our hair.  We stood on the little red chair when brushing our teeth,  helping in the kitchen and decorating the tree.  We placed our Cabbage Patch Kids upon the seat.  The little red chair was painted and repainted.  It was drug outdoors and up the stairs.  It has heard countless Berenstain Bear stories and keeps the secrets of the closet fort.  It's so much more than just a little red chair.