About three-fourths through our car ride home, we made a pit stop to fill a gas tank, empty bladders, and buy more junk to eat. When The Mama went to pay for The Kidling’s treat, I found my wallet empty. We walked out to the car, buckled Alice into her car seat, and then she stayed with The Dada while I raided the coin holder and ran back inside to pay. While I was paying the clerk for Alice’s sugar-poison, the following exchange occurred:
Alice: Don’t move the car!
The Dada: Why?
Alice: I want my snack!
The Dada: So you care more about your snack than your mom?
Alice: (pause) Yeah.