William loves the amphetheatre at Wilderness and insists we head down to the stage every time we pass (it's also where he fell and injured his face, racing down the rows of seats).
We put on an elaborate show -- a dinner theatre. First, he jumps up, sings and dances. Then he insists we do the same. After several alternations, he heads to the picnic table on the left of the stage and demands to be served dinner, sending back food of which he disapproves and ordering drink after drink.
Sometimes he even invites the rest of us to join him but he insists we serve ourselves.
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