I feel like they’re stuck in some Soviet gulag and I’m betraying them by not staying in the gulag with them…

I know this feeling. It’s super weird, but I’ve managed to (mostly) ignore it.

Kid: I wanna take a day off and go to the beach!
Me: Ain’t no beach ’round here.
Kid: But we could fly.
Me: That’s expensive.
Kid: I don’t care!
Me: Of course you don’t.