Grows with your child! But if they're still happy with it in high school, maybe intervene.
Ronald, now, buddy, we talked about this, right? You knew that one day we'd be at this point. Yes, your father and I are glad you like your cat seat, but it's time to be a big boy and move forward. That's right, Ronald. It's time to get a job. You're thirty-five.
No, don't cry. Don't cry, Ronald. It's not going to get you an animal cracker. Really, I blame myself. My constant helicopter parenting laid the groundwork for this, I suppose. You just assumed you'd always be safe, and that your car seat would grow with you. And now, here we are. Me, a poor heartbroken mother. And you, a grown man trying to cram himself into a car seat.
Son, please. At least go talk to the nice lady who runs the ironically-themed bar and grill. She said you could be adult ball pit manager or head swing set wrangler if you were willing to work for tips! And that's a pretty good job in this economy!
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