Plan B 123Nothing to be gained there. That left only Emergency
Plan B and Plan C. Going back into the park for cotton
candy would have been extremely inconvenient, and
they wanted Casey to eat a good dinner. So Plan C
wasn’t ideal because they did have a concern to put on
the table.
“Casey, I think you’re very tired,” the mother said,
abandoning low-risk empathy.
“I want cotton candy!” he said, moving closer to the
edge of the cliff.
The father jumped in with low-risk empathy and
an attempt to clarify Casey’s concern. “You want cot-
ton candy!” he said. “What’s up?”
“I want cotton candy!” said Casey. Maybe there was
nothing to clarify.
“I think we need to find a way to work this out,
Casey,” the father said calmly. “You want cotton candy,
and we want to get back to the hotel to get something
to eat. Can you think of a good solution?”
“No!” Casey pouted, crossing his arms, still on the
edge.
“Well, let’s think about this for a second,” said the
father, crouching down next to his son. “We could look
for someone selling cotton candy on the way back to
the hotel... or we could just wait until we’re back in
the park tomorrow to buy cotton candy... or we
could buy you something to snack on besides cotton