Molly won't be secured into anything moving. Not a stroller, not a carseat. I get the back arched, screaming fit any time I have to click her into something. So I had the grand idea to go to Toys R Us with Claire earlier today and buy a double-kid wagon (unfortunately for full price) that's not quite a wagon, thinking Molly would find it entertaining and wouldn't throw a fit.
We made it on one short trip to the neighborhood park and then she wouldn't ride in it again. So much for that grand idea. Snapped a photo when we arrived at the park when she was still happy with the new ride.
I guess this wagon is their overpriced 19-month-old "present", as today they hit that mark.