My husband and I have picked up a variety of odd sayings from our kids, one of which I mentioned in a previous blog. I had a commenter question what would be a perfectly normal statement in my household, but in deference to the commenter, my house-hold is anything but normal. So let me explain the elements (as I remember them) to the Quack Quack Seat Back method of reserved seating in our living room.
First, let me explain the furniture and its proximity to the TV. More importantly, the prime TV viewing seats. In our living room is a regular-sized couch facing the TV and a shorter couch at an angle from the TV. If you sit on the couch end that is closest to the TV, it’s hard to see.
I have my spot in the corner (a separate chair) and Eric has his spot on the end of the long couch. The kids have always had to bat-tle for the other spots, and when all three of them were in the house, this could be a real bone of contention. Especially if one had a good spot, but wanted to get up and grab a bowl of ice cream or something equally important like using the bathroom.
One day, one of them (I don’t remember which one) said, “Quack quack, seat back.” While the other two looked disgruntled, Eric and I just looked confused. So we asked them to explain.
(Why we keep doing this, I don’t know. There are times I think life would be easier if we were just content to walk around with the confused look on our faces.)
Apparently, if you “quack quack” your seat before you get up, no one can take it while you are gone. It saves the seat for when you return.
Who knew? This would have been handy information to have when I was a kid, because my three brothers and I often ended up in a WWF-style wrestling match over prime TV watching real estate. We settled for yelling, “I called it!” in someone else’s face, but if you didn’t have a witness, you could be out of luck. And with four kids all within a year’s difference in age, the alliances between one another shifted faster than any of the collusion ever presented on “Survivor.”
There is actually an elaborate set of rules governing when a person can “quack back” and steal the seat, but I can’t remember it all anymore. I sort of remember something about yelling “No quack backs” as a counter-strategy to some strange form of “hunting” call, but that’s about it. In my defense, since then I have learned about Trogdar, have become familiar with music I would normally never listen to, was taught how to play Guitar Hero (badly) and I lose The Game (sorry, Nick) on a regular basis. The fact that I can’t remember the intricate responses and replies in the quack quack method of seating is no big surprise, given how much new stuff I’ve learned since then.
So, Arnie, I hope this clears up a little of the confusion from my latest Jeffrey blog. As always, thanks for the input.