I was also a very lazy child. I refused to walk until I was almost five and forced my mother to push me around in a pram stroller that looked as follows:
As my mother walked pushing the pram, people would smile and look inside, expecting to see a baby. Then, they’d see a 4-year-old and become scared.
“Your child must be very sick if she doesn’t even sit at this age,” they’d say compassionately.
“Oh yes,” my mother would respond grimly. “Her disease is called laziness.”