Oh the joys of David the Goof

So, I borrowed a high chair that buckles into a regular chair from one of our neighbors for a Fisher Price party I threw over the weekend (more on that another day/blog) so that I would have two high chairs. This afternoon I cleaned it and put it next to the front door in a blue rubbermaid container to take it back to the neighbor's house. David saw it, dragged the blue container all the way into the living room and demanded that I take the high chair out and set it on the floor (this is all in non-verbal pulling on the thing wanted and looking at me). Then he whined until I took the tray off. He sat in the chair and then whined until I put the tray back on. He spent about 30 minutes just sitting like this in the picture below.

My son the goof.

I should add that this is not something I would typically allow, but he's been sick for about two days now, spiking a fever of almost 104 in the middle of the night last night and refusing to eat or drink almost anything. Trapping him in a high chair at his request and getting him to drink something was great.