You can't afford repairing anything Eric might break.

You ignore the gun-shaped object and step out of the car, and move quickly around it to grab hold of Eric. "Alright, calm down kid, we can go back to the car," you say as you put a firm but incredible patient hand on his shoulder.

"Really?" Eric said with a sniff, lying prone and gazing down into the tarmac.

"Yeah, but count to ten, then clean up after yourself in the car," you tell him and pat him on the back. "I think this is the one, anyway. But don't think this makes lets you off the hook for acting out. One more outburst and I'm confiscating your phone for the rest of the weekend."

Eric gave you a look of defiance and dread at the threat, but wiped his nose and nodded meekly before stumbling up to his feet.

"Good, now put the non-edible stuff back in the glove compartment," you say with a sigh, glancing around to see if the salesman had noticed your shenanigans. You glance back at Eric, which seemed to have paused for a second before getting back to putting things back to their rightful place.

"Very good," you say as you give him a tired smile. "Now I just have to tell the salesman to do a few things to the car and we'll be back next week for it."

Eric groaned loudly but shrugged his shoulders, keeping his hands deep in his sweater's pockets. You turn around and begin walking towards the office building, glad to see that Eric seemed to have calmed down a little.