. . . but with a happy ending (mostly). This day, Mitchell was playing with his car and managed to roll it under the table. When he tried to go after it, he found that, by the smallest of margins, he just didn't fit (it's that big brain he's growing). This was an incredible blow to his plans, and he spent several minutes (punctuated with tears and shouts) trying different angles and approaches in an attempt to squeeze his head under. He was not about to be distracted or convinced to take another route, so I finally had to just pick him up and remove him from the situation (the only other option was to lift the table, but since I'm not the Incredible Hulk. . .)
. . . but with a happy ending (mostly). This day, Mitchell was playing with his car and managed to roll it under the table. When he tried to go after it, he found that, by the smallest of margins, he just didn't fit (it's that big brain he's growing). This was an incredible blow to his plans, and he spent several minutes (punctuated with tears and shouts) trying different angles and approaches in an attempt to squeeze his head under. He was not about to be distracted or convinced to take another route, so I finally had to just pick him up and remove him from the situation (the only other option was to lift the table, but since I'm not the Incredible Hulk. . .) 
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