Why the MiniKicks Still Win Everytime or my scooters are better than your bikes It seems that during the week in which my boys learned to crawl they also held a meeting wherein they decided that from that day onward the stroller just would not do. Even under the circumstances of extreme exhaustion, they agreed never to settle for anything less than Mommas back or Dadas neck. For a long stretch of time, we found ourselves doing things like carrying toddlers while pushing an empty stroller. Fools at best; suckers at worst. Eventually we just stopped bringing the stroller and embraced our temporary state as pack-mules for the tiny totalitarians. One of the steps is acceptance, right? But then they got a lot heavier and a bit more reasonable. I decided to reintroduce the stroller as more of a royal livery--they could climb in to rest their weary limbs if need be, take a drink, grab a snack, and then disembark when they felt the need to stretch their limbs. Straps are never acknowledge...