Bests & Worsts Reviews from Amazon

This is the one you want. Why? Because it is light. It is super light. It is a feather compared to a regular pack and never play because daddy's back hurts. You may be asking: "So what? A regular travel bed weighs a little more? I can handle it. It’s only fifteen more pounds." So what? SO WHAT!? Sweet summer child. You know nothing. I will tell you “so what.” You're traveling with your wife and two kids. To visit your parents. In February. In the great white frozen forsaken wasteland where there are only three seasons: "spring", "winter", and "I can't feel my face". You arrive after a grueling 15-hour drive, made through the night so the little ones won't scream more than half the time. And even though it's too cold to be snowing, it somehow still is. The wind whips through your poorly chosen outfit and reminds you why you left this northern hellscape. Each of you grabs one of the children and wraps them inside your clothing to keep them from freezing solid on the trek from the driveway into the house. You lose sight of the house once or twice in the blinding snow squall, but your resolve is strong: we must save the children. Once inside, you breathe a sigh of relief as feeling returns to your extremities. But the delight of the warmth is short-lived and soon gives way to the realization that you still need to unpack the car. Where will the children sleep? What will we wear? How will we brush our teeth? Gathering every ounce of energy remaining in your shell-shocked body, withered and worn down from the early years of child rearing, you kiss your family goodbye and venture back toward your Volvo stationwagon. You only need the bare essentials: your bag, her two suitcases, her handbag, her other handbag she calls a purse, the children’s bag, the baby gate, and a single travel bed for your youngest. You grit your teeth with each added weight. Your arms and back burn as the load increases. You miraculously balance the cargo and begin the journey. Your arms sag and your fingers begin to loosen as the cold takes its toll on your muscles. The carry straps on travel bed feel like overloaded plastic grocery bags, desperate for amputation. Your pace slows. You press on. Tears freeze on your face. Every breath feels tiny daggers. You stop. You can’t make it. You place the travel bed on the ground. You will need to come back for it. As you arrive at the door, your wife quickly realizes something is missing. Where is the bed? She sees the defeat in your eyes. Slowly, she lowers her head, unwilling to maintain eye contact. Your parents watch from the top of the stairs, mouths gaping in horror, shielding the eyes of your children. You have brought shame upon the family name. And it is in this very moment, in the deepest, darkest moment of your life, that you will understand the depth of your ignorance as the memory of your two most arrogant words returns to haunt you for eternity..."so what?"