So the other day I'm on the couch reading, and she's across the room doing baby stuff, and then she's like, Cuddle? And I'm like, OF COURSE, because, I mean, come on.
And then she's like, Chair? And I'm all, Yeah, whatever, we can sit in the chair and cuddle.
And then she's like, Book? And I am like, Damn. I have been hoodwinked.
So because she's always conniving to get either me or Joel into the reading chair, a few days ago I set her up in the chair by herself and gave her a pile of books. The chair is right next to her shelf, so every few minutes she'd lean over and grab a new one.
And she sits and READS to herself for, like, half an hour.
And this is apparently how we do things now.
I really loved that chair.