Poor kid resembled a fart in a hurricane, in that massive crowd, but he managed to keep it together until it was all over. Once we got home, he HAD to tell me about everything that had happened, even though (he knew?) I had been there watching his every move, or else I could see he would have been climbing the drapes and clawing the walls inside the house.
He was a bit agitated, but he wants more. I know this feeling he is having.