Ah, dinnertime. That daily family event when toddlers run around with food in their mouths and in their hair and on their hands which they smear onto camel-colored couches purchased before children were present. Oh, just us? OK yes this is our own fault. It’s a blur as to why, but we thought Frida was ready for a normal big-person chair. I had been using a booster for her since forever… I never actually used a high-chair. We went from Bumbo to booster. Anyway, she seemed ready and she was definitely willing—she climbed into our chairs and seemed to manage OK from there. But we quickly learned that the freedom came too soon. She bolted from the chair after a bite or two, which led to the inevitable tantrums when we tried to get her to stay put. Just as this experiment led us to accepting that our child needed to be strapped down during mealtimes, we were about to leave for a Sonoma getaway with friends and family.