A beautiful day, clouds moving fast across the sky, the sun dappling between the leaves, and meanwhile, this kid is having a meltdown, right there on the sidewalk.
He drags on his father's arm, trying to stop his forward momentum, and succeeding, until finally he's sitting in the middle of the pavement, crying giant crocodile tears.
"What's the procedure, when our kids do something like that?" I ask, hypothetically.
"If there's no hurry?" Katie replies.