They have ways of making children talk in Denmark, and Zygote Daddy's mother has just bought one of them. That kid better eat every bite of herring on its [d'oh, I mean his] plate...
sort of a late mother's day post [zygotedaddy via dutch at bloggingbaby]
Previously: hmm, need a crib to go with that?
Before we visited my dad in May, he called me to let me know that I wouldn't need to ship a high chair to his house like I was planning to do. He had found a fabulous one at a flea market, just like the one that he (and his six brothers and sisters) had used when he was a kid. When we arrived, we found one of those.
I'm afraid I don't have any pictures; I was pretty preoccupied making sure she didn't slide out under the tray.