When I was registering for a high chair, I was determined to get a classic, wooden chair. I wanted quality. I wanted something that would blend in with my house. I didn't think as a practical mom because I had never been a mother at that point. I'm not sure why I didn't listen to my mom who had experienced four kids before. The wise woman looked at me and said, "Buy a plastic one. It's easier to clean."
Of course, after two and half decades of ignoring her, I continued on the same path. I should have known better. When she'd said boys weren't good enough for me she was right. When...
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