My eyes are always peeled for anything that could bring happiness into my son's face. Or, at the very least, get us through the next errand.
Running into the grocery store, I spotted this lovely beast. Do I dare?
I did. I ignored every drop of Miss America (as my stepmom calls me) in my blood, channeled my inner bus driver, tightened my biceps and steered the monster. He loved it. I got a full half an hour in the store without a single complaint. Although, 15 minutes of that time was spent trying to turn and maneuver.
I'd say it's easier to deal with a whining baby than push one of these.
carter for president.