A 5-year-old will get yelled at.
Instantaneous meltdown.
He storms into his room.
Begins packing his “necessities”:
stuffed canine
toy gun
random treasures
Shoves every little thing into an enormous bag.
He walks to the entrance door.
Stands there.
Arms crossed.
Ready.
Mother appears up:
“What are you doing?”
Child: “I’m operating away!”
Mother shrugs:
“Okay. Bye. Good luck.”
…Silence.
The child simply stands there.
Doesn’t transfer.
Then turns again, irritated:
“So… you’re not gonna drive me or what??”
