My neighbour has a 'baby on board' sign obscuring about 1/3rd of her car's rear window. Every morning she takes her little princess out to the car, straps her into the big fancy booster seat with full harness, ensuring, like any good mother, that her daughter is safe and snug and protected from harm.
She then gets into the car, lights up a fag and starts her 30 minute journey to the daycare nursery cocooning the poor girl in a smoke-filled cell. I'm sure she's bursting with paternal pride for her little girl.
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