A 5-year-old gets yelled at.
Instant meltdown.
He storms into his room.
Starts packing his “essentials”:
stuffed dog
toy gun
random treasures
Shoves everything into a giant bag.
He walks to the front door.
Stands there.
Arms crossed.
Waiting.
Mom looks up:
“What are you doing?”
Kid: “I’m running away!”
Mom shrugs:
“Okay. Bye. Good luck.”
…Silence.
The kid just stands there.
Doesn’t move.
Then turns back, annoyed:
“So… you’re not gonna drive me or what??”
