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Pushy Advice

So for months I kept peering at other parents choices of pushchair wherever I happened to be. I knew how expensive they were and judged the parents accordingly. What had I become?!?!

More than a few times I looked up to see concerned looks in the eyes of a parent. Crap. Of course this looks bad. I'm a middle aged man, standing alone in the supermarket queue, staring at your child. "Except I'm not!" I want to scream at them. "I'm merely curious as to why you spent £1,875 on what was clearly a rubbish pushchair! Did you not do your due diligence and research this properly? What kind of a parent are you?!?!?" Of course I don't say that, instead I avert my eyes and pretend I was looking elsewhere, which of course only adds to the creepy, pervy appearance.

A few months later and Noah is now occupying his pushchair, a pushchair we think is just perfect for our needs and what's more, didn't break the bank. Here we are, back in a baby shop for something we forgot last time we we were here, and I spot a young couple, obviously expecting very soon, pointing at our pushchair and talking furtively to one another. Well I know whats going on here, oh yes. Do not worry, we will not cast judgement upon thee! Scrutinise away, ask me questions if you will, here let me show you some of the excellent features this has. If I just push this, then pull this... And this is excellent... Gaze on in amazement as I remove my son and collapse the pushchair with one hand! This? No this is actually an add-on, not part of the standard model but definitely worth it, what was that? Do I work here? Erm no, erm actually no, no I don't. I am just a man that's proud if his pushchair choice. It's at this point I realise they are once again looking at me in horror as some kind of crazed stranger.

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