My trash in the neighbour's yard (part 2)
A father or mother steps out of the house with his or her arms full. Stuff in one hand, the baby in the other, the cell phone, etc. He or she arrives at their vehicle (we are in December), and it is covered in snow (if not buried by the snow plow). He or she sighs, barely manages to open the door to install the baby in the seat, drop the stuff in, and sit behind the wheel to start the car. He or she turns on the heat so the baby stays warm while they step out to scrape the snow off the car.
