Sit there if you must...

I was about 4, when I was hiding under a chair for no particular reason...well, my mom sat on the chair and I looked up at her and said "Sit there if you must! But kindly remember that I’m hiding down here under this chair and I don’t want to be stepped on, or kicked in the face, or pummeled, or crushed in any way, or squashed, or buffeted about, or bruised, or scarred, or biffed. Just watch what you’re doing, Mrs. Radiant."