When the boys were infants, we walked to a coffee shop one Sunday afternoon. This was the parenting era of the double jogging stroller, which was a formidable beast to maneuver. By the time we arrived, one baby was asleep. I did the dance of crossing the doorway with the stroller while trying to open both doors simultaneously (this was before I mastered the art of entering a store backwards and using my back to push open the doors and pull the stroller through). We got inside and I ordered coffee. I collapsed in the chair and all was well until the awake twin had a dirty diaper. As I tried to strategize how to get the giant stroller around the small tables and chairs and into the bathroom to change him without waking his brother, he started wailing. The wailing awoke his brother, who in turn started crying. The diaper began to smell noticeably, both boys were wailing, people were rolling their eyes, and I tried to control my breathing and remain calm. I was still working on the str