The night before I had put the wheelchair (I’m trying to remember not to call it a stroller, but it really looked like one) into the trunk of Terri’s two seater and had shifted the booster seat over from the minivan. I had looked at the state law for booster seats and except for his age, everything said that a child his size should be in one. I figured he wouldn’t complain if I just acted like it was natural. I had also packed my diaper bag with a few clean Pampers, a travel pack of wipes, some gluten free snacks, two bottles of pedialyte, and a couple bottles of water. I had also grabbed a clean pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, just in case. This really looked like an excursion for a toddler.