Because it’s not enough for New York parents to obsess merely over the right preschool and the right language lessons and all the other right things to do to get little infant Susie into Harvard, now there’s one more way to indulge neurotic obsessions about your child’s well-being: stroller license plates. Slap one on, as demonstrated in this photo that appeared in our inbox, and now every other nosy New Yorker becomes your eyes and ears, able to report your nanny (or perhaps your spouse) for maternal malfeasance. Speaking of which, doesn’t it seem there are a whole bunch of cars ready to speed up the avenue, at that stroller? Bad parent! Bad photographer!
How’s My Strolling?
Because it’s not enough for New York parents to obsess merely over the right preschool and the right language lessons and all the other right things to do to get little infant Susie into Harvard, now there’s one more way to indulge neurotic obsessions about your child’s well-being: stroller license plates. Slap one on, as demonstrated in this photo that appeared in our inbox, and now every other nosy New Yorker becomes your eyes and ears, able to report your nanny (or perhaps your spouse) for maternal malfeasance. Speaking of which, doesn’t it seem there are a whole bunch of cars ready to speed up the avenue, at that stroller? Bad parent! Bad photographer!