Let's face it. For weeks, this kid has gotten away with murder. Nary a whimper went untended; a needy cry unmet. But you do what you have to do to survive. You try to stay afloat and make it to morning, like those unlucky suckers that got left behind on the Great Barrier Reef. And if it means poking a few great whites in the eye, then you've got a few one eyed sharks swimming around.
Now it's time for baby boot camp. This is the first step. Because she fits back in a high chair, it's time to get her off the floor, and out from in front of Elmo. It hasn't been much of an argument, because she loves sitting up straight, and eating in this position is a dream. And I'm not sure she knows Elmo is missing.