Sure, the first 15 minutes of lunch are fun, but after that, I just sit there bouncing the baby, reminding my daughter not to stand on the chair, not to spit, not to throw food and watch out with her cup. And when it's potty time, my daughter likes to just sit and sing songs, while I stand outside the door because she wants to "be weft awone!" Then, there is playing restaurant where I have to just sit and pretend to eat wooden tomatoes. And time out, where I hide in the kitchen, while my daughter yells from her little wooden stool, "I all done doin' naughty fings! I all done!"
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