I worry about him, too. I'm glad *he's* willing to get out there. It seems like such a constrained life for them.
Burley! That's what it's called! My mom always calls it "the bugger" when she lugs the grandkids around. Who knows why :confused:, but that's what we all call it. Can't you just see the Secret Service drawing straws for who will have to ride in the Burley today! :p

