No one needs help getting buckled into the car.
Ah, freedom! No more must I stick my butt out in the rain as I struggle with a car seat strap; no longer am I pinching my fingers between 2 unforgiving car seats while feeling around for a concealed seatbelt. Instead, like any dependent-free chick half my age, I can toss my purse in the car, climb into the driver's seat, and GO. Like the wind, baby!
That is, if the wind has a row of self-buckled children sitting behind it, arguing over who gets to eat the loose Smarties someone scavenged off the floor of the car...
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