Sharing is overrated

Max will be six (!) months old next week, and that means that solid food is just around the corner.  Chris and I have been discussing whether to get an additional high chair for Max, or whether to transition Scarlett to a booster seat and let Max use her high chair.  We decided to stick with just one high chair and figured we'd talk up the "big girl" booster seat, Scarlett would fall for it, and we'd have one less baby contraption to add to our ever-expanding collection.
 
Last night I stashed Max in the high chair for a few minutes while we were getting dinner ready.  (The balloons are leftovers from the shower we hosted earlier in the day for Penny and baby Alysse.)  Sister got one look at Max in her high chair and was NOT PLEASED.  Tears.  Drama.  Howling.  Max's expressions are just as funny as Scarlett's, ranging from startled, to concerned, to confused.

"Hey, why is baby brother in my high chair?!"

  "NOOOOOOO!!!"

"Get him OOOUUUUUTTT!!!"

"It's MIIIIIINNNNNEEE!!!"

Poor Scarlett.  What could be worse than your baby brother sitting in your high chair?  Nothing.  Nothing could be worse.  It's so profoundly terrible, in fact, that Scarlett could only make eye contact with the floor after the initial "outburst" phase was over.  Max, on the other hand, was making all kinds of eye contact that pretty clearly said something along the lines of, "Can somebody please explain what just happened?  I was just hanging out in this chair with these sweet balloons and I have absolutely NO idea why things went so very, very wrong.  Anybody?  Anybody?"

Max, I suspect this is the first of many times that your sister's actions befuddle you.  Just roll with it, buddy.  And good luck to you.