My new term for children who misbehave in public is "howler monkeys." The howler monkeys were in full effect on Sunday.
At once point, it seemed like a chorus. All we needed was a baton and it would have been a full choral concert, complete with sopranos, altos and a soloist.
Our star performer was a sweet young thing with a huge head of frizzy blonde hair and the voice of an angel - or a harpy - depending on how you looked at it.
I was doing a return on a pair of jeans when this scream that probably curdled all the milk in the store tore through the register area. It was long, loud and sounded like someone was being beaten with a red-hot iron poker. And it continued to get louder and louder.
I looked up and there was this girl, sitting in a buggy and howling her head off. I mean, she was really letting rip. Her face was starting to turn red, she was waving her arms and dear Papa was just standing there, looking over the receipt.
The woman in front of me was like "What the hell?"
Two minutes later, we get the explanation. I get this woman that doesn't speak much English, but she wants to return two kids books. Specifically, THAT kid's books.
The kid tossed the books in the cart when Mama and Papa weren't looking, and they weren't going to pay $4. Yep. That whole howling fit was over $4.
The woman looked almost ashamed when she said "Her father won't let her have them."
Good lord. Either you've never said "NO!" to the kid before or there is something seriously wrong in that family!