January 10, 2006
STRAIGHT TO HARVARD FOR YOU, KID
Gotta love a toddler who throws a fit at a Wal Mart, throws his sippy cup as a diversion and then snakes his way into the claw machine to get his favorite toy.
I don't know if the story is true or if it's some kind of Snopes material, but it's funny as hell.
I'm not really the best person to comment on store tantrums. Salad Mom still bears the emotional scars she suffered every time we tried to walk into the grocery store past one of those electric ponies they used to have outside. I remember one time hitting the deck outside a Publix like some sort of immature Jim Morrison and her being way too happy in walking away from my hysterical fit. She called my bluff and I got up. Eventually.
The great God of Retribution came calling a few decades later when Salad Tot (Early-Salad Boy, you understand) would throw a hissy whenever we'd try to sneak him past the rideable toys in the middle of the Treasure Coast Mall in Jensen Beach.
The world needs more electric ponies.