One of Tron’s favorite things is/(was?) to snag one of his parents, drag them over to the couch, sit them down, and then crawl into their lap. Now that seems affectionate at first, and I guess it sort of is, but really all that was just staging. Once in said parent’s lap, he would proceed to slide down their legs to the floor. Over and over again. Since neither TacoMa’am nor myself particularly enjoy the bony posterior of a 33 pound toddler continually going over our shins, we decided that maybe, just maybe, Tron would appreciate having a slide.
He seems to rather enjoy his little slide. At least I think so, we played with it for over an hour straight the day he got it.
-Confusion is a state of mind, or is it?