Habemus Schulranzenum!

As a soon-to-be-elementary school student, Lautje needed a school backpack. However, the Mommy was utterly unable to make a decision of such monumental proportions herself: the wrong backpack, she was assured, would not only doom her son's school career in not providing a sufficiently structured packing space (thus opening the floodgates to disorganisation and sloppiness), and make him a social pariah for having to many/too little/the wrong peer-group accepted ornaments adorning said backpack; worse, if not fitted perfectly to his height, weight, frame and back (and, presumably, sleeping patterns and toothbrushing preferences), it would land him in the hospital by age ten at the latest with the most serious knee, hip, back, and/or foot problems. It appears that this might be a uniquely German worry, but let it never be said that Lautje's future social, mental and physical health was not given the consideration it deserves. Hence, the Mommy called in help:

And with the competent and cheerful assistance of Auntie Stephie, the perfect backpack was soon found:

It was Lautje's favorite. By far. Curiously, though, he did not seem to care that it was ergonomically optimised, can be in full rain for 30 minutes without soaking through, and was made from recycled PET bottles. His selling point? It had a magnetic lock...