Unfiltered Story #145724

It is lunchtime at a fast food restaurant; I am waiting at the registers. Ahead of us, in the other line, a mother with a little boy of about three reaches the counter.

The boy is too short to see over the counter. He runs over to the stack of booster seats, grabs one, puts it on the floor in front of the counter, and stands on it to tell the cashier (who smiles and focuses all her attention on him) what he wants.

I realize *safety concerns* and all that, but the cuteness factor was just through the roof.