It's amazing we're still alive. Car seats?!?!??! My grandmother (God rest her soul) had pots in the boxes the hospital sent us home in. YES....The hospital put you in a box and wrote your name, birth date, and weight on the box and that's how you came home from the hospital.
And you didn't dare come home and say you got in trouble in school. 'Cause you'd get your ass kicked big time. LITERALLY. I remember playing dead figuring if dad thought I was dead, he'd stop hitting me (I did deserve that beating).
Bugs Bunny Road Runner hour rocked.
