Mine, too. We call it the roast chicken position.
Thanksgiving turkey was what we called it when our child did that. He’d crisscross his feet too. He’s six now and still does it now and then. Except when we’re camping and he sprawls out and chases us around the tent in his sleep.
Mine, too. We call it the roast chicken position.
Thanksgiving turkey was what we called it when our child did that. He’d crisscross his feet too. He’s six now and still does it now and then. Except when we’re camping and he sprawls out and chases us around the tent in his sleep.