Plush With Love

, , , | Hopeless | March 30, 2016

(At my workplace we have a lot of teddies given us to sell. We have placed them in a basket ready to be sold. A little girl, about 5 to 7, comes in along with her mother. The mother goes off to browse while the daughter walks over to the basket and picks each one up, one by one, hugging them and giving them a kiss.)

Me: “Excuse me, madam, what’s your daughter doing?”

(The mum called her daughter over towards us, she came over and the mum asked the girl to explain what she was doing.)

Mum: “Please tell the lady why you were hugging and kissing the cuddly toys?”

Little Girl: “I wanted to show them all the love till they went to another home, so they weren’t alone and feel unloved.”

(I almost cried at how cute and caring she was. The little girl bought two of the toys. As they were leaving her mum told me that she did it in every shop that had cuddly toys.)

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Granola Bars, High In Iron, Gamma Rays, And Vibranium

, , , , , , | Hopeless | March 29, 2016

(A mother and her young son, about three years old, come into the frozen foods aisle where there are three carts filled with clearance items. The mother immediately starts digging through the first basket while her son sits quietly in another cart. Just as she pauses to look at an item in the first cart the boy becomes VERY excited.)

Boy: “Oh, look, Mama! You see dat right there?! It’s Avengers! See? You see dat?!”

Mother: *confused* “What? Where?”

(The mother glances though the second cart then into the third and spots a garishly colored box decorated with the Avengers characters. She picks it up and begins looking at it while the boy is clearly trying to physically restrain himself from launching himself out of the cart.)

Boy: *begging* “You see dat?! It got Iron Man and Hulk Smash and Cap’ ‘Merica and Thor! Oh, please, Mama, please, you buy it for me? I really like it! Please, you buy it for me?”

Mother: *absentmindedly* “Hold up… Trying to read it.”

Boy: “I just like it so much! I like Cap’ ‘Merica and Iron Man and all the Avengers! Please, you buy it for me, Mama? You got coupon for it? You buy it for me?”

Mother: “No, sweetie, I don’t have a coupon for it.”

(Although the boy has been begging for it he hasn’t been angry about it. He just clearly wants whatever is in this box and as soon as the mother declares that she doesn’t “have a coupon” the little boy deflates. His shoulders slump, he puts his head down, doesn’t say a word at all, but continues to look at the box with a look of pure longing. It’s rather heartbreaking to witness. At this point the mother has finished reading the front of the box and turns it over to look at the back. Because the item is nearing its expiration date there is a small white tag indicating the sale price. The second the little boy sees this he practically launches out of his seat and very loudly continues begging.)

Boy: *pointing* “You see that, Mama?! It on sale! It say one five zero! That not too much! And, look, it got Hawkeye on the back! I just love that guy! Please, you buy it for me, Mama? It my favorite!”

(At this the mother bursts out laughing as she turns and looks at the boy.)

Mother: “It’s your favorite? Sweetie, you don’t even know what’s in here! They’re granola bars!”

Boy: *nodding* “Uh-huh. Yeah. Those my favorite! I really like those! And I like Cap’ ‘Merica and Hulk Smash and Hawkeye and Thor! Oh, Mama, I like them so much!”

Mother: *looking from the back then back to him and trying not to laugh* “All right. You know what?”

Boy: *suddenly serious* “What?”

Mother: “I have dragged you out to a billion different stores today which, I know, is really boring.” *the boy nods in agreement* “And this whole time you haven’t thrown a single fit, so—” *tosses box in his lap* “—here ya go. I’ll buy it for you.”

(At this the boy looks like he’s about ready to cry because he’s so happy.)

Boy: “Thank you so much, Mama!” *holds the box out and gazes at with complete adoration* “Wait!” *puts the box down and holds out his arms towards his mother* “Kiss and hugs!”

(The mother obliged him and the two went on their way with the boy excitedly talking about how cool the Avengers were. I’ve seen loads of kids throw temper tantrums or demand things from their parents but never had I seen a child beg for something so sweetly.)

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Making A Hug(e) Difference

, , , , , | Right | March 18, 2016

(I’m having a very bad day, having dealt with a series of unpleasant customers. I have a half-hearted smile on my face, when a six year old boy walks in. He stares at me for a second, then gives me a hug.)

Me: “Thanks, but where is your mommy?”

Boy: “She’ll be here soon.”

Me: “She might not want you hugging random strangers.”

(He shakes his head.)

Boy: “Mommy says retail people need more hugs. You looked like you needed one.”

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The Prettiest Customer

, , , , | Right | March 14, 2016

(I’m having a bad day as I’ve heard some unfortunate news from a coworker, so my face is a bit somber. A little girl walks up with her parents to my register; her head barely peeks above the counter. I love kids and normally interact with them when I am ringing up the items.)

Little Girl: *softly* “You’re pretty.”

(Unfortunately, I can’t hear her because of the beeping from the register.)

Me: “What was that, sweetie?”

Little Girl: *louder* “You’re pretty.”

Me: “Aww, thank you, sweetie.”

Little Girl: “I hope I am pretty like you when I grow up!”

(My heart has melted by now.)

Me: “You are already the prettiest little girl ever! I know you will keep getting prettier as you get older!”

(I finish the transaction with her parents. As they are slowly walking away, I hear her dad.)

Dad: “That was very nice, honey. What made you say that?”

Little Girl: “Because it is true, and she wasn’t smiling when we walked in. And I wanted to get her to smile!”

(She was right. I was smiling for the rest of my shift!)

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King Of Christmas

, | Friendly | December 31, 2015

(It’s near Christmas and the local rec center is setting up their display for kids, including a large throne for Santa to sit on. They are done setting up for the day when my friends and I arrive to go swimming, and they’ve randomly left the throne off to the side against a wall. While waiting for one friend, another guy randomly sits in the throne while we talk. A little girl, maybe three, comes running up, eyes wide.)

Girl: “Are you a king?”

Friend: *grinning* “Yes. Yes, I am.”

Girl: “Wow!”

(We all chuckle as her mother pulls her away. We talk for a few more minutes while the mother and little girl start to leave. When they’re about 30 feet away, the little girl suddenly turns around again.)

Girl: *waving enthusiastically* “BYE, KING!”

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