John sat in the seat of the shopping cart, his little legs swinging occasionally. He was constantly turning his head to look around the store.

“Hai!” John happily said as a woman walked past. He was always saying hi to people in public. He just couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“Momma! Look!” His little voice yelled as his small hands gripped your sleeves. He pointed down at a box of chocolate pop tarts. John knew he would get them. You always gave in to what he wanted.