Of turning eight years old is getting rid of your booster seat. He has been waiting "patiently" for the day he no longer had to use one. I asked Dave if he wanted to donate it but he refused saying it was too old to be used again. I yelled at Ryder to come and help me. He wasn't sure what I wanted but agreed to help anyway.
Grab your booster seat and follow me. |
I opened the lid and told him to throw it away |
First try Not the right angle to get it in. |
Second try It was good up and over. and in. |
Another phase has ended at our house and this one isn't sad at all.
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