If you ever want to give Anna a coronary, try to put her grown up little self in a high chair.
Her head nearly rolls off it's body so emphatically does she shake her head no.
Sometimes I forget this week's set of rules of her seating preference and start lowering her into the high chair and she nearly knocks me over willing herself away from the high chair and when I'm like "Oops! Sorry Anna I forgot!!" She laughs nervously and tears fall down her cheeks like "That was a close one!!"
The only acceptable seating arrangements:
The dining room table:
Her new desk courtesy of Nana: