I turned the key in the ignition. Click.
My four-year-old son looked up at me. “What’s wrong?”
“We have to jump it, Aeric.”
Popping the hood seemed like a teachable moment. I waved Aeric over and he climbed up onto the bumper.
“That’s the motor,” I said. “It’s what makes the truck go.”
He hopped back down and sauntered off, mumbling, “But not today.”