Why is it that I can negotiate with a car dealer but not with my four-year-old?
When I was pregnant with Jacob, I was still driving around in my little thirteen-year-old Geo Prizm. I saw no reason to give it up. But everyone was telling me that I NEEDED a bigger car.
“Do babies come with an entourage?” I asked. “Because this little person is going to start out somewhere in the ballpark of six to nine pounds. WHY DO I NEED A ROOMY INTERIOR AND CARGO SPACE?” When I said this to people with kids they looked at me like I really shouldn’t be entrusted with a newborn.