Yeah, so, most nights we eat dinner in the living room because we’re disgusting animals who hardly eat at the dinner table. Also, it’s usually the best temperature in the house: cooler when it’s hot outside, warm when it’s cold outside.
Anyway, one of the other reasons we don’t eat at the kitchen table is because my mighty, mighty good boy lines up all of his cars on the table. He’s got a very specific traffic jam on the table, and instead of removing the cars every night for dinner, we just leave them there. It’s not a big deal. He likes them there, and we like eating in the living room. It’s comfy.
However, we do remove the traffic jam for guests and parties. Last night a friend was coming over for dinner, so I asked Calvin to move the cars temporarily.
“There’s still room on the table to eat. We can leave them,” he negotiated.
“Nooooope. Let’s move the cars for just a little bit, and you can put them back after dinner.”
After a little back and forth, he reluctantly put them away but mentioned putting them back about – hmmm – every 3 minutes.
Eventually, he moved on to other things that evening, but guess what’s he was doing first thing this morning?