When we were leaving Mom and Dad's this afternoon, I had Alyson's backpack and lunch box in one hand. My car keys were in the other hand that was holding the storm door open for the girls to leave the house, and my purse was on that shoulder. Alyson tried handing me the book she was holding.
Me: I don't have any room in my hands for that. You can carry it.
Alyson, pointing to the hand with the keys holding the door: You still have room in that hand!
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