You know, I wasn't sure that it was possible for IKEA to get any more awesome, but folks, it just did:
They are dang strict about their height rule at IKEA, and it took two employees crouching to be eye-level with the line to confirm that Miriam was tall enough. But in the end, she was, and it was the best hour of my life in recent memory when I sent her in there to play so I could roam IKEA with only one kid in tow instead of two. Ah, bliss.
Discussion question: Why is there a height rule, anyway? The potty-trained rule I can understand, but height? What kind of arbitrary restriction is that? It just punishes the little ones.