Running on three wheels

Having practiced it several times in the climate controlled comfort of the living room before Greyson was discharged, I am now an expert at whipping his hi-tech stroller out of the trunk, snapping all the joints in place. Trish was a little less prepared. The other day we were unloading all our stuff out of the car. Trish decided to pull the stroller out of the trunk while I got the baby out of the car. "I got this," she said as she wrestled the mechanical equivalent of wet spaghetti over her head. With some coaching from me as I held the baby, she was able lock all the necessary pieces into place, we thought. While attempting to release the stroller brake, she had inadvertently pressed the 'wheel release' button effectively booby-trapping his ride. Minutes later as we wheeled Greyson through the parking garage, the mistake became evident as the rear wheel jettisoned itself across the parking garage. I used my cat-like reflexes to initiate a quick right turn to keep the stroller upright. I could be wrong, but I think we might be in for the ride of our lives.