So I am in the bank and Jonathan decides to a have melt down. Desperate to get free of my hand he drops his weight to the floor and begins to twist and flop, howling like a wounded animal. It’s almost impossible to pick him up because every time I try lets his whole body go limp. I know that if I let go of his hand he’ll run. I would come back to the bank another day but my car payment is over due, I’ve got to pay it. I...