As I walked into Baby Mart (or whatever it was called) I asked a young lady where the stroller section would be. She smiled and said, “Of Course, but are you looking for a carriage, a buggy, or a pram stroller?” I smiled back and replied, “I have no idea what you just said, but I want the one with the seat that is attached to wheels and I can put a baby in it.” She laughed and directed me to the Costo-sized aisle of strollers. I stared in awe at the hundreds of brands and dozens of styles of strollers and quickly became overwhelmed at all the choices. It’s crazy all the options and upgrades you can get on a stroller. After perusing the aisle I soon realized shopping for strollers is a lot like buying a car.
Does it have a quality shock-absorbing suspension system?
Does it have all-terrain wheels?
Does it have a retractable sunroof?
Does it have cup holders or deep pockets for storage?
Does it have maneuverability?
And so on and so forth.
Oh yeah, and don’t get me started on the prices for these stupid plastic boxes on wheels. We would have to take out a second mortgage on the house to buy one of the higher end models. After leaving the store I realized two things: This baby is going to take me to the poor house; and I never want to hear the words pram and bugaboo again. After all the research, I really just want these two sweet Star Wars strollers I found on the web:
