This evening we were all in the TV room, which has just a two seat couch and another chair. Charles was “sitting” with me (for Charles, “sitting” means squirming around like a worm cut in half on a chair). Mom sat on the chair and Corwin tried to sit on her. Mom’s been a little reluctant about providing a lap for Corwin since she’s gotten a little thicker in the middle so she booted Corwin off. He complained that he didn’t want to sit by Charles, but the Evil Parents™ were unsympathetic.
Corwin had a plan, though - he wanted to have Mom go over and sit by Dad. When Mom demurred, Corwin pointed out “You married him!”