When I was pregnant, I became entrapped in a papa-san chair.
I tried to climb out, and the stupid saucer-thingy kept shifting and i'd fall back into it.
Naturally, my husband and his buddies thought it was HYSTERICALLY funny.
I fixed the chair the next day with LOTS and LOTS of duct-tape.
(yes I stayed home this morning. Lung butter. At least it is not green...yet.)