Hey you there, standin' on a chair....
Child - Hi, there. What'cha doin' ?
Adult - I'm standing about crying, on a chair.
Child - What'cha cryin' on a chair for ?
Adult - Everybody that I know does it. It helps give meaning to our lives.
Child - Uhm, d'you think my life can be meaningful without me doin' the chair thing ?
Adult - Er... no...
Child - Is it fun ?
Adult - Well, no....
Child - Why ya crying for anyway, though ? Did the chair have spikes shoot up through your feet, or somethin' ?
Adult - Good Lord child, no ! I just feel so amazing. I feel him in my whole body.
Child - Ya'know, that's weird you say that. Sometimes when mummy is in the bedroom with daddy, I c'n hear her say stuff like that through the wall....
Adult - No no, child. Clearly, your mummy is an evil harlot... possessed with the joys of the flesh, rather than the joys of standing about crying on a chair.
I see... this is a bad situation, and I feel moved to step in here. Please child, come stand next to me on your very own chair.
Child - What the behoozle are you on about, lady ? What's a harlot ?
Adult - All you need to know is that your mummy is really Satan in human form, my little sugarplum. Now shush, and come stand about next to me on a chair.
Child - Mummy is really Satan in diguise !?
Adult - But (shocked) of course.... has nobody ever told you ?
Child - (bursting into tears) Waaaaaaahhhh !
Adult (taking their hand) come now, hup on the chair. That's a good child.
There, don't you feel much better now ?
Child (on a chair) - WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH !
Adult (nodding) God loves him, and he is happy.
All is well in the world. The child is saved, and my life is meaningful.
(Adult resumes standing about crying, on a chair)