I recently drove by a car that had a “Baby on Board” sticker on the bumper.  I was driving behind the car for a while and realized that the sticker looked kind of beat.  Like it had definitely been through a winter or two.  And then I started thinking, well, that means the baby is now at least two, probably two and a half.  And that’s not really even a baby anymore.  That’s a full blown toddler.  So I totally stopped driving like there was a baby in that car and just like it was any other car on the road that I didn’t want to violently crash into.  

I don’t get called Badass Kraut in my imagination for nothing.