A Child's Maturing
The booster seat for the dining table goes into the Goodwill bag.Arguments over using the booster seat are eliminated.
Lunches in preparation no longer include a half-sandwich.
No more wondering who gets the other half.
The shoes we bought in Ukraine no longer fit any one.
This change is nostalgic for me. I'm saving a few pairs, at least for a while.
The parent gets directly into the driver's seat and waits to hear the rear seatbelt click.
No more buckling seat belts over an awkward child seat. Oh joy!
posted by Stahlkes @ 5:52 PM
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