A wee while ago I went to dinner at a friend's house. They have a family member who is about 8 months old and only just bigger than the cat.
Anyhow, this small person had spent most of the evening being entertained by fully grown adults which had just saved her from being one of those annoying babies which cries all the time. Fortunately for her, she currently has a totally delightful smile, and the game of 'can I get her to smile again' proved reasonably rewarding. Funny that. Zebra babies need to be able to walk within hours. Human babies should be able to smile in the same timescale.
Anyhow, I wandered past this small person with a pot with the remnants of the mashed potatoes and kumara we'd just eaten, and I suggested that it was a shame I didn't have a bigger pot to put her in. She seemed to like that. Shortly after I turned around and her father had put her in the big stewing pot which had been sitting on the stove. One of those things you make jam and chutney in. Well, that pot could have been made for that child. I've never seen someone more perfectly snugged into a small space (even in economy airplanes where you'd think they'd been increadibly valuable). She seemed to like it much (I think it was supporting her and giving her a good view of the kitchen at the same time). And yes, the element *was* off.
Personally, I was a drawer baby myself.