The high chair got us through for a while, but it went its merry way at the last garage sale, which is also the time that I picked up this beauty for MPD from my BFF Susan:
Perfect, right? I love it--just the right height, not too hard to clean, and, since MPD is certainly not a baby, this is certainly not a high chair. Right?
Wrong.
Lately MPD has decided he's having nothing to do with that chair. Or his bib. Or, often, a cup with a lid--unless he's really thirsty and wants his milk really, really, badly, and it's not mealtime. But if he's at the table, he's decided that he must be identical to every other child in every way.
Sigh...so here's MPD, having his way (except he did at least compromise on the milk at this lunch):
And I guess I'll be chair-shopping soon. Or maybe it's just a phase and he'll be back in that sweet little chair before too long. I can always hope, right?
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