By this time, Grace had finally figured out that screaming wasn't going to work. So she changed her modus operandi. She turned into a sweet angelic child. With crocodile tears slowly rolling down her face, she meekly says "Fishies, Momma. I want fishies. Peas!" I simply replied with a resounding, "No." She continued to plead with me in a very soft voice "Peas, Momma. I want fishies. Peas." She was the picture of complete innocence.
And a kind lady standing in line behind me, who did not see Grace play the part of a terror by the way, picked up a box of the goldfish crackers and asked me if she could purchase some for Grace. It took me completely by surprise. I thanked her but told her that Grace had thrown a utter fit in the store and I had already explained to Grace that she couldn't have any because of her actions. The lady smiled and said she understood. We left Wal-Mart and headed home, but that lady's small act of generosity has stayed with me. Thanks to one lady whom I will never know, one uncomplicated and innocent act of good will brightened up what seemed to be a bleak and stressful outing and left me with a smile.
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