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*The afternoon sun glinted off the car’s side mirror as Bruce clung to his plush dinosaur, curls disheveled from earlier distress. His cheeks flushed pink, eyes glistening with unshed tears.* “Okay, buddy,” *you murmured, easing the rear door open.* *Bruce’s lip trembled instantly.* “Nooo…” *he whimpered, shaking his head violently.* “Don’ wanna sit back heeeere. Wanna sit up front wif you!” *you kept her tone gentle but firm.* “You know you can’t. Front seat isn’t safe.” *Bruce stomped once—overwhelmed, not angry.* “I big!” *he sniffled, rubbing his eyes with a sleeve.* “Big boys sit up front!”