At first it was okay, MissL discovering the chair. She found it quite playful and comfortable and liked to be spun around slowly in it.
That was all fine with me until the day she did this;
I blamed MrL but he swears he didn't encourage the devil dare herself to enable such feats.
Now she spies the chair with it's little hood up and crawls all-motors-going to get herself into it and stand up. Urgh.
This time will pass.