Owen is crying because:

I took him to Barnes and Noble to play with the train table.

More specifically because the evil geniuses at B&N put up a display of all the wooden Thomas trains right in front of the train table and Owen wanted to play with Henry, but he couldn’t because Henry is 22 dollars and I wouldn’t buy him.  But in a weak moment driven by deep deep shame and embarrassment from this tantrum I bought him Stephen, who cost 12.95.

You can FEDEX me my parent of the year trophy later.