Unfiltered Story #363805

I am putting a mother’s purchases through. Her son notices a box of fidget spinners we have on sale in front of the register. The son looks around five or six.

Son: Mum, I need a fidget spinner.

Mum: No, sweetheart. Not today.

Son: But, mum. Please!

Mum: I said no. You have enough.

He tugs on her cardigan, and forces her closer to his level.

Son: *demonic voice* One can NEVER have enough fidget SPINNERS!

She sighs and asks him what colour. He picks a green one. After she pays she hands it to him.

Mother: How many is that now?

Son: Three hundred and *counting with his fingers* fourteen.

She sighs heavily, and I can’t help myself.

Me: Why do you have so many?

Mother: His dad makes them. He comes home with at least two of three every week!

I don’t think I’ve ever felt more sorry for someone. She looked utterly defeated as they left.