Every time we go shopping, Taylor always asks for a car-cart. She will start the shopping trip adamant that we have to use a car-cart, and about halfway in changes her mind and demands to get out. She usually unbuckles Connor a few times as well...who is then crawling out the top of the cart. Connor also still puts her mouth on everything, so we usually try to wipe down all the surfaces with those handy sanitary wipes the store provides, but I'm sure that's not enough. Not to mention pushing these things are like pushing an actual car, and you can only carry 1/3 of the groceries you would normally get. But nonetheless....we tend to go for the car-cart experience when we can. Because I will take a 50% happy trip over 0% happy any day. The End.
"Now listen Taylor, if you start trying to honk my horn again, I'll pull your hair."
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