Grandpa at the store

A woman in a supermarket is following a grandfather and his badly behaved
3-year-old grandson.

It’s obvious to her that he has his hands full with the child screaming
for sweets in the sweet aisle, biscuits in the biscuit aisle; and for
fruit, cereal and pop in the other aisles.

Meanwhile, Granddad is working his way around, saying in a controlled
voice, “Easy, William, we won’t be long . . . easy, boy.”
Another outburst, and she hears the granddad calmly say, “It’s okay,
William, just a couple more minutes and we’ll be out of here. Hang in
there, boy.”
At the checkout, the little terror is throwing items out of the cart, and
Granddad says again in a controlled voice, “William, William, relax buddy,
don’t get upset. We’ll be home in five minutes; stay cool, William.”

Very impressed, the woman goes outside where the grandfather is loading
his groceries and the boy into the car.

She said to the elderly gentleman, “It’s none of my business, but you were
amazing in there. I don’t know how you did it. That whole time, you kept
your composure, and no matter how loud and disruptive he got, you just
calmly kept saying things would be okay William is very lucky to have you
as his grandpa.”
“Thanks,” said the grandfather, “but I’m William. This little bastard’s
name is Kevin.”

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