An hour later he sobs himself back, dirt stains on his baby cargo shorts, and Jen tells him not to do that again, an admonishment as much for his sake as her own, an injunction against the illogical and unwelcome delight she takes at his seminal mission of defiance;

it reminds me of the time I told my mom I was going for a bike ride but intended not to come home. After seventy yards down the dirt trail that went along the row of houses that ours was part of I realized I had forgotten to bring a change of underwear and attempted to scuttle over the fence to get back into the house