Today my wife and my mother-in-law and my daughter went to Disneyland. They wanted me to pick up Addison at 6:30 PM in a different car, using a different car seat, while they caught a late show. No problem, right? Until you pull the seat out and it tries to strangle you with an insane collection of belts, buckles, and hooks.
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Seriously, there is some scary, confusing hardware attached to these things. I wonder if I drove up to a fire station with Addison attached to the roof, and said, "Did I do it right?" if they'd put it into the car the right way before punching me in the eye and calling the cops. 'Cause maybe that would be easier than figuring it out myself.
I figured it out. I didn't put Addison on the roof. I just thought about it on the twenty-minute ride back while she was screeching like a howler monkey.