(as of Jun 11,2021 06:45:19 UTC – Details)
The entryway close to the infant’s vehicle seat bragged trails dried milk, left from bottle feedings gone sideways (in a real sense, sideways) while out and about.
The floor was covered with stickers given to us by clerks at Trader Joe’s, and on the off chance that you at any point set out to pull up a vehicle seat, you’d locate an unappetizing assortment of crunched goldfish and mutilated organic product snacks afterward.
It wasn’t pretty, yet our children were youthful, and containers and bites got us from direct A toward point B with limited shouting. (What more can a mother request?)
However, as our family developed and it became time to move up to a minivan, my better half proposed we utilized the change to begin some new family propensities. To his extraordinary fulfillment (and our children’s absolute frustration): no more snacks in the vehicle.
We left the new-vehicle plastic covering the rug underneath the seats, and we began discussing the new minivan as though it were our fourth child.