Tabled issue

Mommy and Daddy had to buy a new highchair for me since I figured out how to make my old one back and forth. It scared them to see me do that and they would come running if I did it just after they stepped away to fill my sippy or something. Of course I thought their spaz outs were hilarious! Anyway, my new chair lets me sit right at the table, but it's not nearly as much fun since it isn't my own personal bucking bronco. The upside of the deal is my placemat tastes nearly as good as my food. Oh, and if you forgot, that's my nanny Christina helping me keep things organized.