Ham in the Highchair

My son is like me (oh dear). He lives for the limelight. Thrives in it, really. And apparently there is no stage like his highchair. High above the ground, in his big green throne, he lords over the dog and finds himself right in the center of his subjects’ parents’ affection. He’ll do anything for a laugh—a reward so simple and easily provoked and yet so coveted. And we graciously indulge him. Well, we can’t help it, really. Needless to say, we always look forward to our next meal with this guy, as we never know what he’ll cook up for our entertainment.