Whenever Devon rushes from the yard all dirty and hungry from playing in the dirt, he goes straight to the big boy chair. Until last week we still put him in his high chair. He’s such an erratic eater we didn’t know if we could trust him to not run out in the middle of dinner to chase the cat.
But he’s such a good dinner companion: he tells us stories, eats his food (mostly) and waits until we’re all done before taking off for his next adventure.
His table manners are impressive, and he’s only managed to tip the chair over once. He’s so grown up.