Parking spaces

At some point, a good man figured out that mommies with small kids inside or outside of their bellies should probably be awarded good parking spaces.  I love this guy.  I also rue the day when I no longer have car seats to prove I get the good parking.  Ha, so the conflict is sometimes. yes I have the small child but she isn't with me right now.  Do I still get the good parking space?  I dunno.

Here is my car seat.  I wouldn't have a car seat strapped into the horse and buggy with ten months' worth of Cheerios underneath it if I didn't have the small child.  So clearly, I need the space, correct?  Not sure, as I slide by all the suckers who are cursing the vast amount of backseat space they have which is a telltale sign they cannot park in my lovely spaces.  Go take a nap in your back seat, losers.  I am right up front.

So the thing is, can we please now administer this to waiting on lines?  It is for the good of everybody.  Yesterday, E actually crawled up me like a tree while I was waiting in line at Wegman's and then she would not settle until I stuck my tongue in her nose.  True story.  So it's hard to pile the week's worth of groceries on the factory belt as all of this is going on.

I would like my spot right up front please.  I mean, if on your agenda is a game of pinochle and a couple of beers, please let me trump you now.