Connor’s POV
I stare at the rows of car seats in confusion, I swear that there wasn’t this many choices before. Sure, we bought Gracie’s first one online, and I didn’t really get involved, it was Eva who chose it, I just gave her my credit card to pay for it.
Now I’m standing in front of what feels like a hundred options, I've got rear facing, forward facing, ones with a handle, ones that come with f.ucking cup holders. What the f.uck would a baby do with cup holders? Am I supposed to put a can of beer in there or something? I mean, I know that my mum used to tell stories about our grandma putting whiskey on her lips when she was teething, but that isn’t still a thing surely?
I study with growing dread, the array of options, there are numbers on them which don’t seem to have any meaning
