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May. 21st, 2011 02:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bobcatmoranI was at Target, looking at feminine products, when a mom and her little boy (probably about six or seven years old) walked by. The boy was pushing the cart, and as they approached the aisle I was in, he turned the cart to go in. "No, no, no," the mom said very quickly, "we're not going in there."
"But mom, I want to!"
"No, we don't need to go down there." She then manhandled the cart out of the entrance to the aisle, and dragged it and her son off to the next aisle over.
By this point, I was inwardly grinning at the whole exchange. I almost lost it, though, when I heard the boy exclaim from the next aisle, "But mom, they're pretty!"
"But mom, I want to!"
"No, we don't need to go down there." She then manhandled the cart out of the entrance to the aisle, and dragged it and her son off to the next aisle over.
By this point, I was inwardly grinning at the whole exchange. I almost lost it, though, when I heard the boy exclaim from the next aisle, "But mom, they're pretty!"
