But it also brings to light the stark contrast between today's sense of child safety and that of, say my safety when I was a child. Take for example a recent conversation with my mother:
Me: But this catalogue is over the top, Ma. You can't really think Plus One needs a frigging shampoo visor.
My Mother: Well, maybe not that, but this ear and throat exam kit might be helpful for the baby.
Me: Mom, you're not lucid. I'm a MASTER, yes, but a doctor? No. What the hell would I even be looking for in there? A Mucinex doll?
My Mother: Well, we just didn't have things like this when you guys were little. We didn't even have car seats, really.
Me: What do you mean you didn't have them, really?
My Mother: Well, I mean, we kind of did...it was like a box that we'd put you in when you were real little...but...
Me: A box?
Yeah, so I did some research on this because I mainly wanted to see if this box was cardboard or what. Well, as it turns out, other people want to know how they survived their childhood as well because I found some pictures of some 1980s car seats (a little after my time but not by much).
First: Wow, that's a lot of nicely-styled hair.
Second: I fully remember a similar couch and blanket (and pillow!) from my childhood...which brings me to #3
Third: I'm pretty sure that kid could possibly be my brother and maybe my parents' storage shed has been robbed.
But last: Uh, Mother? That doesn't look like a BOX to me! I mean, sure, it looks completely unstable and a little like Stephen Hawking's chair, but it's not a BOX!(?)
Which begs the question...what the hell WAS my mother putting us in? Maybe I'm better off not knowing. At least she didn't let us