Uh-oh. What don’t I know?
Back seat hog.
The boys are kicking each other. Is it a game?
What’s there?
9yo is not going to come out of the school at 7 o’clock at night.
Under my office chair. I don’t know if he’s trying to be as close to me as possible or if he wants to make sure I can’t sneak out or if that’s really comfy.
The daily impatient and hyper vigilant wait for school to be out and his 9yo to show up.
After a busy day convincing your humans they should exercise more and play more.
I don’t think he’s realized that he’s outgrown the chair.
