Honestly, I’ve tried that more than a dozen times, and every time the little one decides the chair is a volcano, I end up inhaling a sigh of relief and a child‑scream all at once. It’s my version of a “pause button” that somehow turns the living room into a mini meditation studio, even if the toddler keeps asking if we’re really supposed to be “breathe” and not “beat” them. It’s like a mini reset, and you get to notice that you’re still breathing, even when the room feels like it’s spinning.