The gravity of the situation hit us when we realized that we only had 30 minutes to walk 16 New York City blocks, through the crowds of the St. Patrick’s Day Parade while dragging a 5-year old by the hand. You see, our “travel stroller” was safe and sound back in our garage 3,000 miles away. I had failed to load it when we were whisked away by the airport shuttle in the early morning hours the day before. In my defense, we don’t often use a stroller anymore but in this case…we were desperate and every painful block we walked at a turtle pace just upped the stress level. Finally, I picked him up and started running knowing that this little maneuver would cost me in the form of physical therapy bills in the future but I had to weigh that against the cost of the tickets for the Broadway show we were trying to make. Meanwhile, the older kids were “big-eyed” passing through the St. Paddy’s Day revelers. An innocent, “What’s wrong with these people?” question led to an out-of-breath discussion on what it means to have your stomach pumped and why. Stripping off coats, scarves, sweaters and dripping with perspiration, we plopped down in our seats in time for the lights to go down and for my five-year old to reach out in amazement and gently touch the elephant as he walked by.