When my boys were babies I used a huge black vintage pram. One day I took them for a walk and Number One Son got tired so I plopped him into the pram with Son Number Two who was about three months old at the time. The weight at the foot end of the pram caused the rusted hinges at the head end to let go, catapulting baby Patrick into the air. He landed on the sidewalk with a thunk but his flight through the air didn't faze him at all. I immediately purchased a new carriage with all the bells and whistles but I do love the designs of the older models.
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