Car Seat Potato

After a year of cradling me in my escapades, the trusty old rear-facing car seat had to be replaced as I was outgrowing it. About time, for I was about to go nuts from all the gazing at the patterns on the rear seat cover.

Papa put the new one in and brought in the old one and put it down in the living room. So the next time I came ambling into the living room, I saw my old companion and promptly climbed in to seat myself and watched the television.

For some reason, Papa-Mummy were rather amused.