I got the judgey death stare from another mum in Tesco this morning.
I can’t quite figure out if it was because Isabel was stropping, or if it was because I told her that if she didn’t stop stropping I was going to put her back in the trolley seat (Isabel, that is, not the other mum).
I’ve not done too badly I don’t think, this is the first one in 3 years. That’s not to say it’s the first I’ve had, just that I’m usually oblivious. Still, it could have been worse. Imagine the look she’d have given me if she’d heard our giggling 10 minutes earlier about the willies on her anatomically correct Schleich horses.