maybe with a note of accusation

Twice (so far) this summer I’ve found myself contemplating whether I’m a bad mother. Once was on our trip to Sesame Place, the Sesame Street-themed amusement park, where B asked to ride a roller coaster. I thought he would be scared, but he insisted he would not, so I made him watch it do a full cycle. I still want to go, he said. So I rode it with him.…