Years ago, when child seats were just something the uppety ups had, my oldest maybe 4 sat in a plastic kind of tub between us, and my wife held the youngest on her lap. Now rt8 going in to Da Burgh was filled with pot holes, so much so ,even the local radio stations called it the Ho Chi Min trail when doing traffic reports. Anyways one Sunday Morning going to see the outlaws, in the Jeep truck I dodged one big pot hole and hit 2 some what smaller ones. I gritted my teeth not saying a word, when the oldest, propped her self up in the plastic car seat looked over the dash and said with out missing a beat,,,,,,, WHAT THE (&*K was that !
Wife taught the grandson sh#t. I think it was number 4 or 5 of his first words spoken.Years ago, when child seats were just something the uppety ups had, my oldest maybe 4 sat in a plastic kind of tub between us, and my wife held the youngest on her lap. Now rt8 going in to Da Burgh was filled with pot holes, so much so ,even the local radio stations called it the Ho Chi Min trail when doing traffic reports. Anyways one Sunday Morning going to see the outlaws, in the Jeep truck I dodged one big pot hole and hit 2 some what smaller ones. I gritted my teeth not saying a word, when the oldest, propped her self up in the plastic car seat looked over the dash and said with out missing a beat,,,,,,, WHAT THE (&*K was that !
It was a very chilly and quiet ride the rest of the way in to Da Burgh