Because people ask me: This is the stroller that transports my three kids around the city. There is a glider board in the back for everyone to fight over and for no one to actually use. The stroller weighs 1,000 pounds and is 15 feet long. I look like a train coming through–but it is a great stroller. I can easily go through grocery market aisles. The kids can face forward, one another, me or about 75 other combinations. The mesh basket underneath holds so many umbrellas, hoodies, diapers, snacks, sunblock and water bottles that it sags to the floor. This is the stroller that convinces college students in our neighborhood to use protection. This is our ride. (And that is a bottle of wine hanging from the mommy hook; we are on our way to see friends.)
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