|"Come on, guys, I wanna join too!"|
I have written before about Sonny's tendency to climb the pant legs, but nowhere is it seen more often than when my husband and I are in the kitchen trying to make supper or do the dishes. He seems to be convinced we're up to something super-fun up at counter height, and he urgently insists on being lifted up to see, and also to partake (i.e., grab everything that's going on), if we oblige him.
From 2-and-a-half feet off the ground, I guess it might seem like there's a party in the high-up cupboards, and everyone's invited.