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Damn. Good for her! When I was three, I stole some Chapstick from a grocery store, because... well, I was three, and didn't understand the concept of money and paying for things. My mother drove us all the way back and had the manager lecture me about not taking things from the store. Good parenting is out there, it's just become harder to find... much harder, unfortunately.


This story brightened my day. It's good to know there are parents who still parent out there! I think as a child I only "stole" once. It was a garage sale and the woman happened to have the same stuffed kitty I had at home. Being three, I thought she stole mine so I took it and ran to the car. My poor mom grabbed me and made me bring it back, explaining why I did that. The woman thought it was too funny so I was let off the hook and even gave me the kitty toy so mine would "have a friend." Ah, childhood :)

The Last Archimedean

Bravo. That parent, at the end of it all, will have raised a very responsible child. The effort is worth it.


Good for her! As others had said, this story gives me hope for good parenting that will turn out a responsible child.
Reminds me of a story my biology teacher told the class one day. When her daughter was about three, my teacher (who I'll call Bio) took her daughter out grocery shopping, and then they would get lunch somewhere. The girl was behaving in the store until she found one of those Cadbarfy cream eggs, and asked for it. Bio said no. Because they were going out for lunch- it was fast food and therefore a treat in itself- and maybe another day the kid could get the chocolate. Bio's kid responded by throwing an absolute fit, screaming and everything. Finally the kid took a bite out of the chocolate, wrapper and all, and smiled at her mom. Instead of leaving the candy for someone to find, Bio grabbed her kid, candy, and whatever groceries they had and paid for it.
When they got to the car, Bio strapped her daughter into her car seat, and Bio's daughter, still smiling, held her hand out for the candy. Instead of giving it to her, Bio started to eat the Cadbarfy, vocally 'enjoying' it ("This is soooo good! If you'd only listened to Mommy...") and her daughter started to cry. When she finished the Cadbarfy, Bio took her daughter home and had lunch there. Girl learned her lesson that day.


My nine-year-old was having a bad case of the "I wants" the other day in the grocery store, complete with whining. He was tired, but that was no excuse. His dad was explaining that it wouldn't work. I started mimicking him so that he would hear what he sounded like. The other customers looked at me like I was from Mars. The cashier smiled. The nine-year-old gave me a death stare and refused to speak until we got to the car. I think the parents won that one.


a- That's the same tactic I use, it works even better on kids old enough to understand public embarrassment. Bravo to the mother in the post though, I'll have to remember that one.


Awesome parenting example, I wish more people would step up and actually teach their kids how to behave.

I would love to see that done to a teenager, it would be priceless.


That mother is a rare diamond.


Awe. Some.

I once saw something similar. I worked for a while in a rock shop in Blackpool. Erm, ok, to clarify - I worked for a while in a shop that sold the local confectionery known as Blackpool Rock, sticks of flavoured boiled sugar with words worked through them - oh, go Google it! It was a small shop, and often seemed crowded, and easy to miss what people were up to.

One day, one of my colleagues pointed out to me the little kid craftily taking sticks, unwrapping one end, taking a big bite, re-wrapping the sticks & putting them back. Mum & Dad were happily oblivious, as they discussed the relative merits of the 50p Peppermint versus 25p Cola ...

While my colleague assisted them, I went "out front" in order to "tidy" the stock; actually, to pull out all the bitten sticks and pass them to another colleague behind the counter, while at the same time making it obvious to the brat that I was watching her, so she wouldn't damage any more stock. Dad notices what I'm doing, so I explain they've been tainted by someone biting them, so we can't sell them.

"Did SHE do that?" pointing to his daughter.

"Yes, sir, I'm afraid she did."

"Well, then I guess we'll just have to buy them all. How much?"

Colleague adds up the total, as I check I've got all the sticks; it came to about £4, at a time when I earned £20 for an eight-hour day (hey, back then, that was GOOD money). Dad pulls out a fluffy pink purse from his jacket pocket. Kid starts to wail about how he can't use HER money.

"Why not? You ate the d@*n rock. Why should I have to pay for it?" Lots more crying, but he hands over the money. And then follows up with "And, as we don't want her rotting her teeth and making herself sick, would you please throw them all in the bin." Kid goes silent from the shock. Parents smile, apologise, and leave, stunned brat in tow ...


I've googled blackpool Rock and it Sounds pretty interesting for a Sugar addict like me. I've Seen a flavour named Humbug. Can you explain ne what Kind of flavour this is?


@CharlieWhiskyMike Humbug is just mint, I'm afraid. Google Humbugs to see :) (not to be confused with Bah, Humbug)


@Madscoutleader - That sounds like something my parents would have done, if I'd been a spoiled brat who thought I could steal candy. Good for them for using the kid's cash, teaching her a lesson that things cost money and if you want something, you have to pay for it (and to not expect Mommy and Daddy to always cover for your ass)!

Also @CharlieWhiskyMike and @KC, I'd often wondered what "boiled sweets" and "humbugs" were ever since seeing them mentioned in the Harry Potter books (I assumed they were a British thing, but was always curious exactly what they were - the humbugs especially sounded like something exclusive to the wizarding world). Thanks to all of you for finally explaining them! =3


@KC thank you for The Explanation. I've consultet my english German Dictionary and it translate (with a few Other definitions) to Sweet mint.
In Germany we have The word Humbug Too but it only means to Fake Magic or ghosts

NC Tony

Wow a responsible parent who doesn't think that their little angel couldn't possibly have misbehaved! Of course the thing I liked best about this (and the comment by Madscoutleader) is the fact that the kid had to watch as the uneaten candy be thrown out. I would have paid good money to see the look on the kids face when their face went from "I got away with it" to "Wait, that's my candy!"


I've come home before to find that my kiddo nicked a candy bar. I promptly drove him right back to the store and asked for a manager. I wanted her to give him a talking to. I was so angry when she just commented about how cute he was, and what long eyelashes he had, and how kids will be kids and would he like another candy bar???? Thanks for helping me drive the point home, dimwit.

Bagel Bat

I pilfered some candy from one of those candy bins at the grocery store where you put in a dime, of course I was about 4 and sitting in the cart, just reached right across and grabbed a handful. :) Little did I know my mom was watching, she got real angry real quick, grabbed my hand and hauled me off to the manager to make me apologize for stealing candy. Didn't do that again, but my brother did and he got the same treatment.

I love it when kids get their comeuppance. :D


While I was folding clothes during one of my closing shifts, a mom brought her son over to me after he'd thrown some clothes on the ground. She looked at me and said "Please tell my son what you have to do when little kids throw stuff down and don't pick it up."

I looked at her blankly, and she insisted that I speak. So I told them that when someone leaves something where it doesn't go, like the floor, I have to pick it up and put it where it goes.

She asked me "And do you like it?"
I told her no.
To her son "See, you wouldn't like it either."
To me..."Now...what do you want to do to the little kids when you see them do this"

I was shocked...was this a trick...was I about to get fired if I answered honestly, I just kind of stared at my coworker who was watching the whole thing play out.

She again insisted that I be honest with her son.

I looked right at the little boy and said "I want to give them spankings"

She looked at him and said "See. Now don't throw stuff down anymore"

She thanked me and went back to shopping. I stood there dumbfounded for a minute or two...I couldn't believe a parent just made me scold their child...it was AWESOME!

I did feel bad after that though because the little boy kept hiding from me whenever they happened to be shopping near where I was zoning.

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