Nora is a bit small for four. She’s 38 inches tall and about 36 pounds. Big personality, so no issue there. But she’s still too small for a booster seat, and she wants one.
I’ve explained that you need to be four-years-old and forty pounds. Then Ben was doing some online research and he thought he discovered I was wrong about something. Which always pleases him. He found a Britax booster with a weight rating starting at 25 pounds and rashly announced she was big enough for a booster.
And it was on.
We bickered back and forth and I showed him that the seat in question converted from a harness style seat to a booster seat and the 25 pound rating was for the harness — when your kid reaches 40 pounds THEN you take the back off to make it a booster. I also took him to task for saying such a thing in front of a kid who now thinks she can get a booster, when, in fact, she can’t.
Then he told me I was being snotty about it. And now you think I’m blogging about a fight. Hang with me a second.
We were all seated on the bed, looking at the carseat on the computer. Nora was between us. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You’re not being snotty at all, are you?”
I nodded and stage whispered back, “Right!”
Then, she leaned over to Ben and whispered in his ear — and we all know how good kids are at whispering — “Mommy’s being kinda snotty, right?”
And we broke into peals of laughter.
It’s such a shame the cold war is over. She’d make a great double agent.