My daughter is now two years and two months old.
I have yet to install a car seat in my car, nor have we ever moved the car seat from my wife’s car to mine. We have simply managed to get by with one child-proofed vehicle.
We have yet to install a gate at the top of bottom of our staircase.
We have yet to place a locking mechanism on any cabinet in the house.
I’m either a terrible father or my wife and I are big-pimpin’ super-efficient parents with a compliant-as-hell daughter.
Either way I win.
Of course, she’s still limping like a wounded vet with shrapnel buried in his leg, but that didn’t stop her from sliding for about thirty minutes yesterday.