So taking walks to the mail box with the boys can be complicated. Mostly on the return trip home since I am carrying an arm load of junk mail and trying to hold two hands across a 4-way intersection. It got a little easier once the boys decided it was fun to hold each others hands.
I said it got a little easier. Now that they are all about their own wills, they throw fits about holding hands while crossing the street, causing me to drop my mail in the intersection with oncoming cars barreling towards us. Gotta love it!
Either way, it usually works out better than when Paul takes them out for walks.