tarynsmum
Senior Community Member
So, DH took my car down to the car wash since it got doused with gross brown goo on the interstate yesterday (eww, ick). He was kind of gone for a while, and when he came home he goes, "oh, I brought you a present..." and produces a hb Turbobooster. Apparently someone was cleaning out their car and left it. The attendant said it had been there for a while, so DH brought it home... for whatever reason (he knows that expired seats are bad and not to use a seat of unknown origin, so I think he was being thoughtful ). Anyway, DD immediately sits in it (it wasn't that gross or dirty, and I made her wash her hands after ). DH goes, 'yeah, it's definitely too big for you kiddo!" At which point I said, "actually, she meets the minimums..." (she was 38 inches with shoes at Target yesterday, and 29 lbs unclothed)
DH was SHOCKED. "But there's no way! The seatbelt slot is by her ears! They should have a sitting height on there or something!"
Hello preacher, meet the choir.
DH was SHOCKED. "But there's no way! The seatbelt slot is by her ears! They should have a sitting height on there or something!"
Hello preacher, meet the choir.