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Generation Gap

What's the difference between my mother and me?
About 30 years.

If you have any excuse at all to get this coaster car, get it. Even if your youngest child is 20 years old. Get it. It is propelled by turning the wheel. Makes sharp turns, easy to manuever and causes children to cry out, "Mo-om! It's MY turn!"

It is also a good way to get yourself to the kitchen table from the hall. It's transportation, people, not just a toy.

I can't wait until summer when I take it for a spin around the block.

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  1. Mamma ChristineJanuary 2, 2010 at 11:26 AM

    Oh My GOSH, I want one of those!! How fun!

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  2. FoursonsJanuary 2, 2010 at 12:21 PM

    Hahaha- those pictures are hilarious. And I want one of those! Where do you buy such a thing?

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  3. AmyJanuary 2, 2010 at 12:58 PM

    That is an adorable photo.

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  4. June Freaking CleaverJanuary 2, 2010 at 1:36 PM

    Great pics! Hey, put a dust cloth on the back of that thing and clean the floors as you scoot around the room!

    Oh, my verification word was dusnag...close to dustrag, if you ask me!

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  5. Us and Them Make 10!January 2, 2010 at 3:02 PM

    hahaha that is great!!! I am sure the neighbors will want too once they see you out there!

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  6. JoanJanuary 2, 2010 at 7:55 PM

    ....and I will be watching for you as you come around the corner. I saw one of these on TV and thought at the time that it's looked like fun.

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  7. KayeJanuary 2, 2010 at 9:37 PM

    I'll have Joan call me when you round the corner so I can see this new vehicle of yours! How do you think it will do in the dip?

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  8. shortmamaJanuary 3, 2010 at 7:38 AM

    That looks like so much fun!

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  9. M-CatJanuary 4, 2010 at 7:01 PM

    Love the two photos!

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