Holding onto his son’s hand, he’s walking back toward the hotel, accompanying his steps with a constant explanation. “We’re just going to the the hotel because Daddy forgot something, and so — ”
The child is pointing back toward the car. Mom is back there. He’s saying something incomprehensible.
Daddy pauses in his speech and then begins again. “No,” the son shouts. “I want Mom. I want Mom.”
“I’ll give you a Skittle — ”
“I want Mom! I want Mom!”
” — if you — ”
Mom calls, “Honey, you want to come get in the car with Mom?”
Silence falls. Dad asks, “Do you want to get in the car with Mom?”
Problem solved. I’ve been there.
As the child.