canadiangie
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Today I was wal-mart. When I was pulling out of the parking lot I saw a Dodge Sprinter (aka: Jon&Kate+8-mobile). They had the side door open and mom was standing having a smoke break. Well I decided to get brave and approach the vehicle to ask if I could see inside. [note: I was the one who helped J&K+8 get their Radians, so I've always been fascinated to see inside a Sprinter IRL]. So I pulled up beside the Sprinter, jumped out, and asked the mom if I could please quickly peek inside her van. She looked at me like I was nuts, but said okay. Well as I was walking up I can see a little girl with Down syndrome sitting there in a highback TB. She was in the 1st row in the middle seat. It should be noted that all 12 seats in this thing have lap/shoulder belts and headrestraints. Very cool actually. Anyway, I looked further and they had taken the seatbelt from the passenger side o/b position and put it over the little girl as well. So they had 2 seatbelts going over her. They crossed over her -- like the shoulder belts made an "X" over her body. They buckled the o/b passenger side belt into the driver side o/b position receptacle if that makes sense. This adorable little pumpkin was just sitting there basically covered in seatbelt webbing. The "X" of the shoulder belts criss-crossed sort of across her collarbone, and the lap beltS were layered quite high over her tummy. She was sitting cross legged under it all and of course happy as a clam, totally unsafe.
I didn't say anything about it. I just didn't. I sort of figured they might have the attitude that I don't know what it's like to raise a SN child, and have no business telling them otherwise about their seat choice.
So I just walked away, peered back at my girls, thought of my angel Olivia (lost due to an abnormal chromosome syndrome), and drove away.
I didn't say anything about it. I just didn't. I sort of figured they might have the attitude that I don't know what it's like to raise a SN child, and have no business telling them otherwise about their seat choice.
So I just walked away, peered back at my girls, thought of my angel Olivia (lost due to an abnormal chromosome syndrome), and drove away.