I was on a plane last weekend when a child sitting directly in front of me apparently rolled his eyes as his mom was talking to him from across the aisle. He looked to be about seven years old and had been well-behaved (as best I could tell) during the entire five-hour flight. And though I didn’t see the eye roll, I couldn’t help but notice what happened next: the child’s father, seated two seats away, erupted, reached over his older son seated in the middle, and forcefully grabbed the youngster by his shirt. Dad then proceeded to berate his younger son telling him that he had had enough, that he had no idea how serious his offense was, and that they were *this* close to sending the child “away.” As tears streamed down this young boy’s face, his father angrily explained to him that he was the sole reason their family was always in chaos and that no one enjoyed him or being with him. Countless other things were said that I can’t recall now, but I was struck by the interaction and saddened for both the child and his father; neither of them were able to show up as their best selves in that moment….