Childhood Innocence, Adulthood Nonsense
(I work as the cashier of a photographer. A customer and her husband walk in, asking for the photos of their children.)
Me: *handing them the photos* “Here you go. You have nice-looking children, by the way.”
Customer: “Thanks, but… can’t you, you know, make my daughter prettier?”
Me: “Prettier?”
Customer: “Yes, I mean, look at her!”
Me: “Madam, I am sure these photographs have been retouched well by my coworkers. If you have any complaints about their work, I can–”
Customer: “NO! I want this to be remade!”
Me: “What exactly bothers you about these photos, anyway?”
Customer: “It’s her boobs. You guys should have made them far bigger!”
Me: “You want them… bigger?”
Customer: “Yes! How hard is that?”
Customer’s Husband: *quietly* “Honey, you do realize she is eight years old?”
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