sunday train ride

i was riding the train on my way home. a little boy and his father entered the doors. the dad reached for his kid's hand, put it on the handrails and told him not to let it go. the kid gave a small nod, held his head up, moved his feet part, trying to balance himself.

"where are we going?", he asked in a loud voice.
"mom's office", the dad said.

after passing two more stations, he asked the same question again in a more impatient tone. the father sensed a tantrum coming, he tried to divert it...

"why don't you sing one of those nice songs you love so much?"
"little peter rabbit?"
"yeah, that one."

he sang the song for the rest of the train ride. his father sang with him in a softer voice. i was trying to hide my smile behind my hand. people around kept looking at them.