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I was hunched over the curb on a www.babywarehouse.ca Toronto wet Dundas Street, rain seeping through my sneakers, Babywarehouse staring at a stack of cardboard and instruction sheets that promised my baby’s future sleep. It was 9:14 p.m., the baby monitor still blinking on the kitchen counter, and I had just walked back from the Baby & Kids Furniture Warehouse Toronto after arguing with a delivery guy about which staircase qualifies as "narrow." The whole thing fel

I was hunched over the passenger seat of my car in a filthy Bloor West parking lot, rain spitting on the windshield, staring at a crib catalog like it was a final exam. My phone said 4:17 p.m., the streetcar bell clanged Babywarehouse somewhere in the distance, and I had an appointment at 4:30 at Baby & Kids Furniture Warehouse Toronto that I almost canceled because the idea of making a wrong choice was suddenly terrifying. Why terrifying? Because this was not jus

I was hunched over a crumpled receipt in the back of my car, rain pattering on the windshield and the heater still trying to catch up after sitting in gridlock on the Gardiner for 35 minutes. The stroller was folded in the trunk, a half-empty coffee sweating between my knees, and the receipt said "baby crib - $379" in an almost apologetic font. That was yesterday, at the Baby & Kids Furniture Warehouse Toronto, and I still have opinions. Why I went in with low expectatio