You know that feeling when you get up for just a minute...
...and someone steals your seat? Abbi has turned that into an art form. The moment Dad stands up, she's already halfway to the chair. By the time he comes back, she's curled up, completely comfortable, and somehow acting like she's been there all day.
Then comes the look. The one that says, "Oh... were you sitting here?"
No guilt.
No shame. Just pure confidence. Technically, she insists she isn't stealing the seat.
She's just keeping it warm. Whether Dad gets it back anytime soon is an entirely different discussion.
Around here, possession is apparently nine-tenths of the law.
And once Abbi claims a comfy spot...
Good luck negotiating with her.