Last spring Eliza asked for a booster seat. She saw one of her friend’s had one and was super excited about the prospect of her own. A seat that didn’t look like a car seat, one that used a real seat belt, one that didn’t look like a baby could ride in it. I told I didn’t think it was a good idea just yet. I talked to her about weight and height limits, repeated what her doctor had said about the safest place for her was in a five-point harness, I said soon, but not just yet. The months passed a few more friends moved into booster seats.
Eliza told me about each one.
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