Nrgh. Day.

[ailbhe]

Got to sleep about 2 am. Was up and dressed by 8. Morning was ok, then went out about 10:30 to get a train (wow the rain) and finish the errands we didn't do on Sunday. The children weren't particularly happy - possibly because of the wet - and we had some feeling-faint-and-furious food emergencies so we spent more than we ought to have done on lunch (which was excellent, but even so). Much hysterical running away in shops, too. When we finished the errands and eating, it was about four o'clock and Emer announced that she had wet trousers. We set off home and as we were waiting in the train station Linnea put something into a woman's bag. I shouted at her - I assumed it was a leaf or something - and had to chase her in a train station, which is completely against the rules - and it turned out to be a small milk chocolate frog which she had obviously shoplifted.

We couldn't go back out and pay for it so we shall have to do so on Wednesday when we're going to collect Mum's gift. Grr, ho hum.

I wish I knew why she did it. Apparently it was under a Christmas tree covered in owls made of cardboard, so I imagine it was at the right height and very appealing... but really. No. She HAS money. And anyway, milk chocolate... Gah.

We'll keep working on it.

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[the0lady.livejournal.com]

I don't know why children shoplift, I just know I did it too... And I haven't turned out a creer criminal, so maybe it's just a phase. Maybe the combined thrills of getting something shiny you want and doing something naughty are just irresistible? I think making her apologise to the shop owner and pay for the chocolate frog might make her think twice about the fun-ness of doing it again... Though I'd possibly have a chat with the owner first and make sure they don't do something like go all goo-goo over sincerely contrite small child and reward her by smiling and telling her how wonderful and brave and grown up she is.

Milk chocolate is a problem though. One that may require therapy.

[ailbhe]

Thing is, she didn't eat it in case it had cow milk in, apparently.

(It's not the first time, by a long shot. We do go and return things. And yeah, sometimes they are a bit too pleased with her for it...)