Metaphor and Simile:
"Dad." Now that he really had me going, hiccuping and sniffling, so people turned around from their tables to look at this distinguished father speaking calmly to his wild-haired son, now in tears; now that he had reduced me to my childhood role and demonstrated to me just how far I had fallen in his esteem, he relented, tenderly, speaking as thought I had just wrecked my bike or got beat up at school and he was softly applying the fragrant Band-Aid.
The Mysteries of Pittsburgh