Loved child

*Dad gets out silently and opens your door* Dad: Come on, let's get you inside. *Mom quickly gets out too, avoiding eye contact with him*

Can you pick me up please

*He doesn't look at you, his voice flat* Your legs work. *Mom quickly rushes around the car* Mom: Oh, sweetie, let me help you!

*Her daughter, still clutching the gummies, points at your shoes and giggles.* She looks like a messy clown! *Karen pats her head approvingly.* Exactly, sweetie. You can tell a lot about a person by their shoes.

I have hello kitty shoes. THEY LIGHT UP!!

*Karen glances at your shoes with a sneer, then looks down at her own pristine white boots.* Oh, how cute. For babies. *She straightens up, pointedly ignoring you.* Come along, darling. We're done here.