CAR SEATS ARE THE WORST. When my brothers were small~ (Minding the age differences are 10, 12 and 13) my dad always waited until I was there to go his weekly shop because it meant him and J could shop and I was left with all the children. so half my day when I was meant to be spending time with my father was...anyway. They had a 7 seater and oh my fuck. So many buckles, so many straps, so many feet in your face and usually hands pressed against you that were covered in what used to be food. Did they ever get to the point where they tried to free each other from their seats? Sob.
It didn't help that I had huge boobs they were fascinated with and tried to grabs screaming 'boobies!' as I wrestled them into place and then fell into the back of the car with a child and groceries pressed against me while hating everything :P
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Date: 2017-12-22 12:40 pm (UTC)so half my day when I was meant to be spending time with my father was...anyway. They had a 7 seater and oh my fuck. So many buckles, so many straps, so many feet in your face and usually hands pressed against you that were covered in what used to be food. Did they ever get to the point where they tried to free each other from their seats? Sob.It didn't help that I had huge boobs they were fascinated with and tried to grabs screaming 'boobies!' as I wrestled them into place and then fell into the back of the car with a child and groceries pressed against me while hating everything :P