Climbing on the sofa

Claire came into the front room; Leo was sitting on the sofa, reading an Elmer book, cool as a cucumber.
By the time i came in, he was standing at the table. Did she make it up? We asked him to climb up again. He did this, then stared at us in puzzlement – what’s the big deal? So, i learnt to do this this morning, and now it’s utterly normal. Where’s my breakfast, anyway?