And then, settling into his booster behind me, BB chimes in with “Yeah, my mom’s a car seat … surgeon!”
My Unexpected “Promotion”
February 27, 2008 by BookMama
Recently, when I picked Big Brother up from after-school care, one of his friends was being picked up at the same time. As I opened the car door for BB to climb into his booster seat, his friend said “You sit in a car seat?” Not in a nasty way, just in an observational way, but I didn’t like where it was heading. (BB has never had that comment from a friend, to my knowledge.)The friend is about the same size as BB – small, definitely too small for the seat belt to fit him properly. I could see that there was no booster in the friend’s car, so I said “Yes, and you should too – you’re the same size he is.” (Actually I was hoping the mom would hear me, but she was busy with her darn cell phone.)
What a nice promotion, from technician to surgeon! Though the way I have to manipulate these seats sometimes, I feel like a car seat surgeon.
(Of course, I was also quite proud of him for not being bothered by his friend’s questioning.)