Quiet In A Flash

(I overhear a conversation. A little girl is stomping around, singing and yelling noisily in the changing rooms at a large clothing store.)

Mother: *from inside cubicle* “Shhh, sweetheart, shhh. Be a good girl.”

(The little girl continues stomping around, singing and yelling noisily, completely ignoring her mother.)

Grandmother: *from inside her cubicle* “Don’t talk to her in that stupid way; shout! Make her shut up.”

Mother: “She’s all right; she’s a good girl. Shhh, sweetheart, shush now.”

(The little girl gets noiser.)

Grandmother: “You’re a bit silly sometimes, love. I’ll sort her out. [Little Girl], come here a minute. Come and see Nanny.”

Little Girl: “What, Nanny?”

(The grandmothers cubicle door opens. The little girl screams.)

Little Girl: “Mommy, Nanny flashed me!”

Mother: “Mom! That’s not the way we handle these things!”

Grandmother: “[Little Girl], be quiet or I’ll do it again, all right?”

(The little girl is freaked out and stays silent.)

Grandmother: *villainous laugh*