I was not planning on taking the highchair apart tonight for a deep cleaning. My normal routine is a quick wipe down, while turning a blind eye to the gunk in the crevices. Jason changed my plans. He fussed and didn’t eat much dinner. When I lifted him out of his highchair, he threw up all over the seat.
I can now say with authority that the highchair has 4 different strap parts, 2 seat cushions, and a removable foot rest. Its many nooks and crannies hold onto crumbs and crud. Without cushions, it resembles a torture seat from a sci-fi movie.