Oskar really wants me to lift him into his highchair, Oskar really doesn’t want me to lift him into his highchair.
He wants in! Nope, he doesn’t.
He wants in! Out!
Up! Down!
He complains when I try to lift him, complains when I put him down.
Here we go again. Bracing myself for years of irrational request and little nervous breakdowns ahead. My own fault for wanting another child.