Chinese Fire Drill

Last night, Michael & I had a few errands to run. It had been a busy day for Savannah, so I wasn't too surprised when she began to cry (Read: SCREAM at the top of her lungs) as we were leaving the parking lot to head home. I decided it would be best for me to get out of the front seat & move to the back to sit with her. Okay, you're going to have to get a mental picture of this... We were at the stoplight leaving a fairly busy parking lot. When the carseat is hooked up in my car, there's not as much room on the passenger's side of the backseat as on the driver's side. So in my panic to quickly get back to her & try to calm her down, I jumped out of the front seat, ran around to the driver's side of the back seat and hopped in... once I sat down & closed the door, I realized that Michael was frantically saying, "You dropped the burp cloth on the ground! You dropped the burp cloth on the ground!" I jumped BACK out of the car... ran around to the front passenger's side & grabbed the cloth. Just as I was about to run BACK around the car for the second time, I saw that the light had changed to green. I decided that it would be best at that point just to get in the passenger's side of the back seat and suck it up. It's a tight fit, but it wasn't the end of the world. As we drove off, I started to imagine what my "Chinese Fire Drill" looked like to the cars around us (there were several). My running around the car made perfect sense to me, but I'm sure the people who didn't hear Savannah's screams (which, by the way, were continuous during my "run") were a bit confused by my antics. :)