Today in the supermarket the little man went mad. He WANTED to go his way and we wanted to go our way. “NO, THIS WAY. NO, THIS WAY.” It was causing a big scene that everyone seemed to be enjoying (apart from us). So I confidently strode over to him and leaned down to whisper in his ear. Then I turned and walked away, towards my way, and did not look back. After a few paces I stated to the lovely Sharon and spectators that he will come now. “Why, what did you tell him?” In a loud and bold voice; “I told him that he MUST obey his father.” I walked on and he stood in silence behind me for a few contemplative moments. Then, in a voice with too much volume for my liking, he declared, “YES, I want smarties!” Some laughter followed, and more importantly so did he.