Jan
8
I had already pulled the car over twice to wait out his screaming four year old tirades. He was just going to have to wait until we got home to get more water. I, unfortunately, could not make more water appear in the car as I patiently explained to him between howls. But when, after a period of blissful silence and driving, he suddenly screamed “HOLD MY HAND! HOLD MY HAND!” with such pleading desperation and fear, as though the earth was crumbling beneath him, I understood perfectly.