Dad vs The Chair

When we got home from the cabin Saturday, Dad put the old red chair of his mother's in the garbage pile for the city to pick up.  He took the other old chairs to the garage so he could get the wood from them.  I was very surprised that he didn't want to dismantle this chair, but I was relieved because I knew it would be a pain.  Then, last night after supper, Dad went out to the garbage pile (after getting a tooth extracted that day and still with his very sore leg) to get the wood from the chair.  I went out to make sure he didn't hurt himself any worse and held his tools.  He used a knife, a screwdriver, a hammer, and pliers to take the chair apart.  We ended up with a box full of wooden pieces, a yo-yo, and an old credit card bill from 1972.  

Here is a pictorial representation of the fight:

ROUND 1

6:00 pm

Dad is convinced that someone didn't want this chair to break.

I try to tell him it isn't worth it but he doesn't listen.

(The chair won this round)

ROUND 2

7:05pm

He pounds on it for an hour 

before getting any wood off of it.

He thinks someone had a lot of fun with the staple gun too!

(I think the chair won this round also)

ROUND 3

7:13pm

He says he found the key to breaking it apart now.

Watch out chair, Gramps is coming to get you now!

(Dad won this round)

ROUND 4

7:20pm

We are almost done - Dad said he wanted one more piece . . .

. . . then he got another one after that too!

(Dad gets the take down and wins the match)

He is VERY TIRED, but 

DAD WINS!