"You're not my real daddy" (or mommy), shouts the child in the grocery store (stereotypically; mine just silently bolted whenever they were dissatisfied and I had to go find them. Oh I remember the time one refused to leave the cat food aisle without a stack of cat food for the cat he wished I would get him but fortunately when you get t…
"You're not my real daddy" (or mommy), shouts the child in the grocery store (stereotypically; mine just silently bolted whenever they were dissatisfied and I had to go find them. Oh I remember the time one refused to leave the cat food aisle without a stack of cat food for the cat he wished I would get him but fortunately when you get to the checkout you can simply say to the cashier "we are not buying *this*" and they set it aside.)
"You're not my real daddy" (or mommy), shouts the child in the grocery store (stereotypically; mine just silently bolted whenever they were dissatisfied and I had to go find them. Oh I remember the time one refused to leave the cat food aisle without a stack of cat food for the cat he wished I would get him but fortunately when you get to the checkout you can simply say to the cashier "we are not buying *this*" and they set it aside.)
Heh. Yeah, I was a "oh-so-helpful helper" and an item-adder aa a kid.