Smell of inexpensive whiskey: You're naughty. You were supposed to say in this small box near all these strangers."
Through tears: "I don't like being alone."
"Daddy says you've been naughty all day. "
Cry whine: "I'm sorry. "
"Sorry doesn't make it ok."
Defiant cry whine: "Yeah it do."
Fearful cry whine: "I'm so sorry."
Smell of inexpensive whiskey: Walks out and hangs cowboy jeans on rack, disgusted because they don't fit.