We’ve been pram shopping recently – one of the few trips to the high street I actually enjoy as a parent.

I’ve never been a big shopper, but there’s something about the process of buying a buggy that I quite enjoy.

Maybe – in a typically blokey way – I’m attracted to the mechanics of a buggy purchase.

I will meticulously paw over the every aspect of the pram’s design – dis-assembling and re-assembling, folding and unfolding – in the vain hope of finding a single buggy that matches my needs perfectly.

At the moment, my wife and I are erring towards a buggy with inflatable tyres, and have been eyeing the OBaby ZeZu model with great interest.

The pram we bought for Jack was great and lasted us for a good two and a half years. However, it weighed a lot and as such was troublesome to manoeuvre on anything but the smoothest of paths. Getting onto and off of buses and trains also proved problematic.

In our view, the inflatable wheels would solve this problem, as well as making it easier to move around.

On the downside though, I’m wary of my tendency for punctures. I get too many to count on my bike, and have a nagging – if completely irrational fear – that this bad luck will transfer to the buggy too.

Usually, we like to shop for our pram together. So we’ll both go to the shops to get a ‘feel’ for each model, as well as scouring online reviews as a two-some, cuddled up on the sofa.

Things have slightly changed this time around though, particularly when it comes to the practical ‘shop floor’ elements of the shopping experience.

This is because we have Jack with us. So any test of the buggy by me inadvertently involves Jack following suit. If I need to push it around the shop floor to test the wheels, Jack insists on doing the same thing afterwards.

Aside from giving us a third opinion to consider, it actually tends to make the shopping process a little more exciting, if a tad more frustrating for the poor salespeople who have to endure being chastised by a toddler.