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!
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