After an hour and a half or so of some snoozing, mostly screaming from the Bean on our drive home from reunion, we stopped at a McDonald’s to rest. He cheered up rapidly upon leaving his new car seat, and it occurred to me to look up online whether the crotch strap really needed to be in its smallest setting, or whether the second one would do at his size.
The remainder of the trip was pretty calm, even though it was way past his bedtime.
Turns out that the part of the road trip experience he so strenuously objected to was the part where we were crushing his testicles. Go figure.
May 21, 2012 at 9:44 pm
I laughed. At your son’s crushed testicles. I am a bad, bad, BAD person. I am so sorry.
May 22, 2012 at 12:12 am
I think I might win the bad person award for joking about his crushed testicles on the internet. Heh.
May 21, 2012 at 11:33 pm
Oops! (And I laughed too- sorry.)
May 22, 2012 at 12:07 am
(gasp!) – giggle…boys!
May 22, 2012 at 12:14 am
Oh man. Those things are SO inconvenient to lug around! (Testicles, that is. And crotch straps too, now that I think about it.)
May 22, 2012 at 12:23 pm
I imagine the future Bean will really appreciate your verb choice here. Lug. So manly!
May 22, 2012 at 12:32 am
I’ll definitely keep this in mind when Tiny Boy moves to a convertible seat in a few months!!!
May 22, 2012 at 12:31 pm
External genitalia FAIL!
Poor Bean.
*snicker*
May 22, 2012 at 1:23 pm
Gotta remember this one.
May 22, 2012 at 5:00 pm
AH HA HA! Poor baby junk!
May 23, 2012 at 3:04 am
….oops.
May 25, 2012 at 10:32 am
Snicker. See, I do not have a son and so I have to admit I would probably have never worked it out. I have also only changed a male nappy once, and my goodness the change in geography throws one. Pooh out of testicles? Surprisingly tricky!
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May 25, 2012 at 1:22 pm
True, but at least it doesn’t matter which direction you wipe. Which is a darn good thing, under the topological circumstances.
May 28, 2012 at 10:09 am
poor guy!