Before Kids, Part I

Before kids, when my back seat was soft, supple, pristine leather, I would see cheerio-and-crayon-coated car seats and shudder. Surely I knew the solution: you just don't give them cheerios or crayons in the car! Sometimes the most brilliant ideas are also the simplest.



Now, with my back seat looking like a back-splash at a dairy farm, and after having sent a car key to General Mills for access during those code-yellow Cheerio shortage emergencies, I get that it's not so simple. With Owen's weight barely keeping pace with his height I will shovel food into this kid whatever it takes. And, apparently it means that Keith will occasionally find some really disgusting things under the carseat when he's cleaning the car.