 The children were enraged, not understanding yet about time running out, kicking and scratching us as we unstrapped them from the harnesses. But we did not fold. We did not give in. No, we held them close and accepted their rage, took it into our bodies, all of it, as we accept all their silly tantrums as a substitute for the true outrage, which, of course, they do not yet know because we have not yet told them because we're on holiday, to which end we have come to a hotel with a lazy river. In truth, there is never a good moment.