Bear: Mom!!! (Jumping into my lap while I'm sitting in the recliner)
Tramp: Mom!! (Landing on the one spot on my leg Bear hasn't taken over)
Me: Bear, good grief you are getting heavy. (Struggling to move the rather heavy and wiggly puppy to a less painful place in the recliner)
Bear: Put the leg thing up!
Tramp: Yeah! We can all fit then
Me: (Raising the leg rest) Just be careful, it won't hold you up if you get on the end of it.
Bear: Sure it will, we've done this lots!
Tramp: (Stretching out against my leg)
Bear: (Lays down on the other side of tramp and notices Betsy on the floor)
Me: Bear, the leg rest won't hold you up if you scoot out much more.
Bear: (Crawling out to the end of the leg rest to look over at Betsy) See Mom it's fine!
Me: (Feeling the leg rest start to move) Sure Sweetie…
Bear:(Stands up quickly)
The leg rest folds, Tramp and Bear go flying off the recliner. The leg rest pops back up.
Bear: Mother! You did that on purpose!
Tramp: Yeah! That's not fair!!!
Me: (Laughing) And I suppose it's my fault you are getting so big.
Bear: Yes! I don't think I'm going to sit with you again
Tramp: Yeah right, I'm snuggling with Mom. (Hops back up next to me leg and lays down)
Bear: Wait! I get to sit with Mom too! (Jumps back on the chair and plops down, causing the leg rest to fold again…)
