Mama goes shopping with her child.
Nix unusual extent.
The child, male or female, usually between the ages of 8 and 14 years of begging in the course of a purchase a quantity of goods which, depending on education, not negligible small.
Also at the box office this no end, "Mom War I, mama may I, mamma I can, the candy bars, chips, the Barbie, the laptop, etc. "
After usual yes, no, whining, sometimes tears, sometimes joy loads the stressed mother their shopping on the checkout belt.
While the cashier ever collected, (remember at this point in time savings due to staff shortage) Mama invites further on ...
WHAT DOES THE CHILD?
In most cases the child is there and happy as well and can stack up the cashier of the products. It does even more if the mother has finished unloading. Even then if the mother brings something else or in the pocket looking for something even if it is the command for loading the child is there drooling and grinning and staring. Not infrequently followed by sinking a trance in which the child. There is then only get out when it screams, punches or shakes.
The space at the checkout is unfortunately limited and so will soon constitute the problem: What to do with clutter?
The child stands there and stares.
Even asking for help because nothing looks of the cashier.
And never. NEVER .. Never never never should say the cashier because something like: "Your favorite you little, well, Will you help your mom not find on the dedication"
In spite of the fact that cashier and mother in the Pacific just had another opinion: that the ungrateful, lazy brat could do with clearing the shopping into the car, mom now switches to the egotistical pseudo-protective instincts, "So tell me, what you really believe, my child commands , give me messing around in my education! "
Okeeeee ...
I go to my information the way, always assuming that assists the child's age and the pressure applied and grants. Not that the 8-year-old anorexic girl's six-pack of apple juice hieft down the table is as high as her head.
The space at the checkout is unfortunately limited and so will soon constitute the problem: What to do with clutter?
The child stands there and stares.
Even asking for help because nothing looks of the cashier.
And never. NEVER .. Never never never should say the cashier because something like: "Your favorite you little, well, Will you help your mom not find on the dedication"
Okeeeee ...
I go to my information the way, always assuming that assists the child's age and the pressure applied and grants. Not that the 8-year-old anorexic girl's six-pack of apple juice hieft down the table is as high as her head.
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