Art in Dumbo. You know what else is in Dumbo and Brooklyn Heights? About a billion strollers. Lately, Nate and I have been obsessed with checking everyone's wheels out. Quite frankly, we don't know what we're doing. I want something cute (of course), lightweight (must go up and down subway stairs), and safe. Nate wants cute (primary colors, preferably), safe, with inflatable tires ("for a smooth quiet ride," he says). And we both want affordable. Yes I know, it'll likely be purchased for us. But that's not the point. I couldn't push a stroller that I knew cost $900 (hello Bugaboo
). Even if it were used. Never! If it magically morphed into a car when its occupant turned 16, however, then we could talk.
Sort of related--best onesie seen in a while: "My other stroller's a Bugaboo." Ha! Nate suggested the bitter alternative: "Bugaboos are status symbols."