This one isn't earth-shattering (not like when I identified the missing cookie ingredient or discovered the origins of Mr. Twinkle's hypochondria). It's about Twinklette's wagon, which was given to us when she was about a year old by (who else?) my in-laws.
Being a girl who appreciates the classics, I would have liked the old-fashioned red tin Radio Flyer wagon, but I'm really not one to look a gift wagon in the mouth. This one is a plastic behemoth, and when they got it for us, MIL explained she knows I like the classics, but that this one has lots of bells and whistles like 6 cup holders, convertible seats complete with storage compartments underneath, and a drop-down side feature that turns the whole thing into a bench.
Cup holders and storage aside, I can't figure out what good the d*mn thing is if I can't even lift it. We tried to go trick-or-treating at Boofest today, and Mr. Twinkle had to remove half the back seat of our station wagon just to get it into the trunk. When I got there, there was no way I could get it out by myself, which makes me think that the number of cup holders is irrelevant if taking it into and out of the car is an impossible task. I wonder if we might be better off with the smaller, old fashioned, bare bones wagon that has been quietly and competently doing its job for generations.
MIL has researched and wanted to choose other items for us for us, and we would have been better off with the simpler version that we really wanted. (The same thing happened with strollers...she insisted on buying a big, bulky, obnoxious stroller and trying to push it on us, while I went light and compact). This wagon will be relegated to the garage because it's just impossible to deal with. Next she wants to get us a swingset...Lord only knows what kind of monstrosity that will be. Stay tuned...
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