Only my child...

would drag a booster seat six foot, exude great energy attempting to balance it on a picnic table bench, climb up, hold on to the picnic table for dear life while climbing into that booster seat which then called for an intervention by Papa before she fell off backwards and whined continuously until the tray was snapped onto the seat...
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... just to eat a candy bracelet.