Another story of Sivvus and her brother, aged 6 and 7
One day, little Sivvus and her big Brother were in a big shop called Woolworths. Mummy said she wanted to buy some new plates because the ones at home were all broken/were not actually frisbees. She took little Sivvus and Brother with her, knowing that the frisbee obsession extended to anything that could be thrown at the telly.

Mummy took a while looking at the plates, and then went to talk to the scary shop person about something. She left the little children alone, making them promise to be good.

She made them promise to be good near the Pic n' Mix.

Sivvus looked at the cola bottles.

Brother looked at the fizzy cherries.

They looked at each other.

"I will if you will," Brother whispered. Sivvus shook her head.

"I think you have to pay." She said. Brother smiled reassuringly.

"No, it's just grown ups that pay! Have you ever seen a kid at a till?"

Sivvus thought about this for a while, and shook her head. With Brother smiling at her all the way, she went to the little clear treasure chest and grabbed a handful of sugary treasures. She'd just given some to Brother when mummy came back, and saw the sweets in their hands.

"WHAAAAT are you doing?" She shouted, making all the grown ups in the store turn around. Sivvus started crying, being softer than your average bear.

Mummy made Sivvus and Brother put the sweets back, and then marched them to the manager. They'd only had time to eat a few sweets each, but they still had to say sorry, both crying by now, and get ticked off by the scary manager person.

It wasn't until we left the store that Brother pointed out to me that mummy hadn't offered to pay for the sweets we'd nicked.

So there we are- if your kids steal in a shop, make a massive scene, and then don't bother to pay it back. :P
(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Sat 5 Jun 2010, 20:57, Reply)