Neville held onto Olivia for dear life; if Hannah had given her to him to hold, he was going to do that. And there were still baskets to get, so he turned, wiggly child in one arm, and got the other two baskets.
"Hang on, Livey. Mummy will help you. Don't kick me, please," he said, as Olivia started to really thrash and get more whiny. He looked helpless again but determined to tough it out while she got the pram up and going.
"Hannah," he said, as he held onto Olivia, a bit tighter now, "She's got a mind of her own, doesn't she?" he said, chuckling and slightly startled at how strong a two year old could be.