I only had to walk around the corner. Two blocks really. I didn't pop my 2 year old in the stroller knowing it wasn't too long of an adventure. We crossed the street, picked up my son from preschool, and off we went to the market to pick something up.
When we came to the busy intersection, we all stopped to wait for the signal to cross the street. Right when the light flashed for us to cross, my son dropped the papers out of his homework folder. Well, that was also the moment a breeze came through, taking his papers with it. Queue son crying. When one paper flew far out into the street, he let out a loud, very fearful scream. My daughter (who's hand I was still holding and couldn't let go of to catch the papers) felt his intense emotion over losing his papers and started to cry herself.
So, there was the picture. Scurrying across the street, a kid on each hand, both crying, a water bottle hanging from the fingers of one hand, two bags on the other, my son's papers jammed quickly back into his folder, and me trying to calm them both down. That's when Captain Obvious passed by me and turned around to say, "You've got your hands full!".
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