On Monday I was at the grocery store with my mom, dad and Christophe and we passed by this little baby girl that was lying down in the front half of the shopping cart. You know, the part of the cart that you can sit toddlers in. Her father stopped me to ask me how old my son was; I am sure I must of given him a look of disproval. I wanted to tell him he was nuts and an unfit parent but I did not. I ask how old his daughter was he said 3 mos. The worst was that her little head was resting on the metal bars of the basket, at lease she had a blanket under her and she was smilling.