(shaking my head and laughing still...)
So, on the night we (Jen, Bubbe, Atticus and Wren) flew from Detroit to Dallas, Pops met us at the airport. Our flight had been delayed due to weather in Detroit (that was actually a good thing as it bought be time to get some dinner for the kids and run to the restroom). We called Pops once we touched down and said that we'd be a bit before we made it to baggage claim. It takes quite the effort to get all of us off the plane, get the stroller, get our ducks in a row, head to the nearest restroom, pit-stop for all of us and then wind our way over to the carousel. We told Pops what suitcases to look for so he could grab them in case they things were unloading before we arrived. When we finally saw Pops, he exclaimed, "you didn't tell me about the car seats!". Well, no... we sort of assumed you'd know that we had two car seats in addition to the luggage because how else were we supposed to get home?
So, now with two car seats, a few suitcases, an Elmo backpack, a diaper bag, a laptop bag, a stroller, two kids, one mom and two grandparents we set out for the parking garage. WHEW. Pops thought it would be easier to pull the car up and let us get in curbside and we agreed. He jetted off and returned with the car a few minutes later. Mind you by this point, it's late and the kids are TIRED! Pops opens the trunk of the car and starts stacking suitcases, backpacks, bags and the car seats.
Huh? Wait, we need those car seats Pops...
His answer. Priceless.
"Can't we just strap them in and install the seats tomorrow?"
No Pops. The baby is only 15 months old. I don't think you can just "strap her in"...
Oy.
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