Surprisingly she managed.
That story reminds me of another. Rosy and Ike were in the jogging stroller and at the end of our run we stopped at Safeway to grab something. She wanted to ride in one of those car carts (which could be the best and worst invention ever depending on the mood of the children). I obviously couldn't push a cart and a double jogger which was, in her mind, absolutely unacceptable. The meltdown had begun and I was all set to be calm. Then unexpectedly a man came up and handed her a dollar so that she could buy a treat. He was trying to be nice and she did eventually calm down but it just seemed like a horrible lesson for a child who is already much to savvy for her own good. The best way to help would have been if he had given me the dollar so that I could get a treat. Incidentally Ike slept through the whole thing.