In a previous post I shared with you evidence of my son’s extraordinary ability to read books in the most uncomfortable positions imaginable. Well, he’s at it again. Triumphantly, in this latest version he has succeeded in doing away with the need for a chair completely. So proud.
Oh, to be eight again.
My children are congenitally unable to sit straight in a chair. They drape themselves in complex and anatomically improbable configurations over and across the furniture’s arms and back. They make creative use of cushions and pillows. You know how it is. Anything to avoid just sitting there. Well, here’s something new. Hallam loves to read, but of course reading tends …