|"Where's my latte?"|
My brother is undecided about getting a stroller for his newborn baby.
I could tell him how the stroller was Alexander's bed, his home away from home. How the custom made hooks (thanks Pa) hanging from the handle allowed me to carry huge bags of groceries through the crowds along Grafton St. in Dublin, or how the underlying pocket carried sweaters, water bottles, handbag, diaper bag, books, toys, Eliot's favorite plasmon Italian cookies. Cookies!! Do you know how vital cookies can be when you have a crying baby in a long line at the post office?
Now that I think about it, the baby stroller was a lifesaver, a game changer...not to mention, the closest I've ever come to owning a vehicle!
Then again, maybe there's a reason I don't have a driver's license.