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December 10th at IKEA Småland in Saarlouis. After 30 minutes of peaceful shopping, Mama and I returned to the cloakroom to pick up Max — who, still turbo‑charged from Småland mayhem, decided to entertain the entire room like a miniature clown instead of getting dressed. Perched on a stool with one shoe already on and the other waiting beside him, he brought the dressing process to a full stop with a grimace powerful enough to void any exit plan, much to Mama’s growing frustration. The white box with his jacket and scarf? Completely ignored. His playmate, almost fully dressed, watched Mama’s scolding with quiet curiosity. By then, leaving IKEA seemed unlikely.
