What's up with the stroller revolution going on around Springfield these days? I swear, I've seen more mommies walking and jogging with strollers these days than I've ever seen in my life, with several shoving around two- and three-seaters. A friend of mine and I were walking around Phelps Grove Park the other day and there was a horde of these baby pushers in short shorts and bobbing ponytails, probably doing some kind of mommy-robics. Now I'm not big on babies, so I never actually looked inside the strollers. Either we had a 2011 of very fruitful nookie or they were all pushing around a buttload of bricks and the stroller is just a handy tool to super-size their workouts. Anyway, I've been feeling overrun by the stroller revolution every where I go.
Then today, I'm driving home from grocery shopping, not in the best of moods anyway from dropping so much cash on something that's going to end up in the toilet anyway (I'm sort of kidding, but not totally), and I see another dayum stroller headed toward me and this one is a blinged-out doozie. Just as I'm about to say something not so nice, I notice this isn't one of those jogging pony-tailed moms. This is a youngish dude sporting a groovy faux-hawk, wearing knee-hugging surfer shorts, a concert t-shirt, and funky Chuck Taylors. He's smoking a cigarette and jamming out to something good coming through his earbuds while saunteringly pushing the stroller. Now that's more like it. I'm not advocating smoking around a kid, but he was out in the wide open air, not some smoky bar (outside of Springfield, of course). I really dug that he was bustin the mold, rocking Daddy-hood (or maybe just Big Brother-hood) totally his own way.
Hoping yall find a way to bust out of whatever mold you may be stuck in and have a crrr-azy day!
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