Matthew, the stubborn light of my life, kept getting up off the bench where he was eating his lunch yesterday. "Finish your food and don't get up again or I'm going to glue your bum to that bench," I said. Or, at least, something very like that.
My brother was sitting next to him and, apparently, Matthew said that he was going to glue my bum to the chair I was sitting in. My sister-in-law asked who would take him home if I was glued to a chair.
"Myself," he replied. "And bubble gum."
In the musical Wicked, Glinda informs the Ozians and the audience that, "We can't all travel by bubble." But, apparently, Matthew can.