Parenting as Performance Art

“Goddammit Ethan, just get out of the car, will you?” she shouts, her voice shrill and brittle¬†with shards of exasperation and impatience. It’s 8:58 in the morning, and the woman needs Ethan to get out of the goddamned car¬†and stop dawdling so that they can get into the school by 9:00. I’m standing next to…