My four-year old cannot sit still. On the one hand, I think it's great that he has so much energy. On the other hand, it's bloody annoying sometimes, having to repeat, "Sit still!", "Don't fidget!", "Calm down!"
So we're having dinner one night and he's fidgeting as usual. He flies the fork in the air like a plane and stands on his Stokke Tripp Trapp chair to make it fly higher.
"Sit down! On your bottom," I have to specify.
And out of nowhere, he gives me an excuse:
"But there was a mouse tickling my bottom!"
Sigh. Ok, at least he has a vivid imagination, I'll give him that much.
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