When Coleman did this out of the Bumbo at lunch:
(Don't worry--I caught him before he spilled onto the counter--barely), I packed up the car, drove to Target, piled the children into one of their embarrassingly ginormous shopping carts (made especially for Mormon mothers) and bought another one of these (we already had one that was Maggie's):
So I suppose, in a month when the wiggle worms have learned to unsnap the 3 point harnesses, remove the trays, and use their sippy cups to pole vault to the ground, we'll resort to duct tape. Or just leaving them in a bathtub full of Cheerios for all their meals. Why are all of my children so busy? Can't I have a fat kid that just sits there?