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TIFU by spending two hours prepping a high chair for Facebook marketplace, because I never read the manual.

My daughter is 14 months old. Lately she's been absolutely done with her high chair climbing the straps and screaming. I figured she'd outgrown it. I decided to sell it before it became clutter. So I spent a full hour scrubbing dried sweet potato from it. Moved the couch for better lighting. Wrote a weirdly emotional listing description about moving on to the next stage of childhood.

I was right in the middle of a multi-angle photoshoot when my wife walked in. She asked what the hell I was doing with the furniture. I told her she’s too big for this. I'm selling it on Facebook market so we can buy a booster seat. She told me that its a grow with me high chair and its just right for our daughter. She didnt argue further and just went to the junk drawer, pulled out the manual I'd never opened, and gave it to me. Turns out, this thing is basically a Transformer and I’m just the idiot who didnt check. so yeah I didnt need a new seat; I needed to read. Tonight, my baby girl sat with us like a little person for the first time while I sat there thinking about the hour of my life I spent detailing a chair I’m now keeping for maybe foreever.

TL;DR: Tried to be a proactive dad by deep-cleaning and listing my daughter's high chair on Marketplace because I thought she outgrew it. My wife pointed out the manual shows its adjustable. I wasted two hours of my life and a very emotional product description on a chair that I just had to push a button on.

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