Bear: Mom, I want in your lap.

Me: Sweetie, you really don’t fit in my lap anymore.

Bear: Of course I fit, let me up.

Me: Sure we can try (lifts Bear into my lap)

Bear: (One hind leg hanging down, both front paws on my chest) Mom! I’m falling!

Me: No you’re not, you just don’t fit anymore.

Bear: But I always fit in your lap (pulls his leg up and the other leg falls down) Mom!

Me: (slowly starts letting him down to the floor) How about I sit on the floor.

Bear: That’s no fun! (heads off to steal Betsy’s chew toy)

About 10 minutes later.

Bear: Mom! I want in your lap!