Day 738: Big Boy Chairs

My parents are always trying to get me to sit in the high chair, or the booster seat. But I'm over it. I get the trick. And I don't see them sitting in chairs with seatbelts! I also like to be mobile with my food, so as to provide maximum dispersal for crumbs. Mice need to eat too.

Sometimes I sit on my little reading chairs, but up at the house I like the bench at the dining table. Last weekend we got these cool new bar stools. They're like high chairs, but without the tray or the seatbelt. And without a back. Which is pretty cool, until you fall off and bite your tongue. Which I obviously did. Oops. Good thing I have a short memory.