Traveling +1 is not just a matter of arithmetic.  It becomes a logistics exercise.  To take the buggy (and where can you park it) or go with the sling (and how do you eat while wearing an infant on your chest) become part of the equation.

Luckily Kai was extremely cooperative today.  Chika had deposited him into the sling (yes, he is there hiding under Chika’s custom convertible Japanese outerwear) and all through the journey there, the 1 1/2 hour brunch, and the journey home he either slept or cuddled awake with mom.

Do we pursue onwards with new found courage, or is it just a unstable condition waiting to explode?