I owe you one George

When Rafael was born, we started seating Michaela at her own small table to eat since I couldn't lift her into her high chair until I recovered. She loooooved sitting there right from the very beginning, but always wanted company. It wasn't enough for someone to sit at the big table right next to her. She would pull out the empty extra chair and point to the seat with such a pitiful face until one of us would give in and sit on the teeny tiny chair next to her.

A couple mornings ago, I was holding a sleeping Rafael in my arms and I just did not feel like squeezing into that little chair. That's when I glanced across the room and this little guy fixed all of my problems.

Apparently she just wanted the chair to be occupied, not necessarily by a human.