Do you want a large, unwieldy cart with children stuffed in the diseased-covered car, snatching all the low hanging fruit from the bottom shelves and hiding it below their feet…
OR
Would you rather your super-heavy cart have two children strapped in close to where you are pushing, crying, whining and fighting near your face?
Author’s note: At first, I thought this was one cart. I was so excited at the prospect of all four children strapped in and off their feet AND room left in the cart for groceries, you’d have thought it was Christmas morning.