It’s been bitterly cold in NYC the past few days, and in the family-friendly Upper West Side, this has been a common sight:
On an intellectual level, I realize the plastic covers serve a useful purpose, shielding the child inside from the cold, snow and rain.
But my claustrophobic mind registers only one panicked thought…
He’s smothering! Get that poor kid out of there!!
Sorry. All better now.
It does makes me wonder — would my fear of small spaces have been averted if my mother had used such a baby carriage when I was young? Will children today whose mothers use such contraptions have less of a chance of developing claustrophobia?
For their sake, I hope so.
Some good should come out of being publicly shrink-wrapped.