I pit people who don't pay attention to their kids at the grocery store

If your child cannot control himself for a shopping trip, you are a failure as a parent. In some parts of Africa, kids fight as soldiers. Don’t tell me a kid cannot be made to behave. Next time he gets out of line, make him bend over your knee and give him a light spanking. If that doesn’t work, use emotional blackmail. Tell him you are very disappointed in him and that you don’t love him anymore and then treat him very coldly for about a week.

These are things parents used to do regularly before they got all concerned about self esteem. A child should know that love is not unconditional.

I don’t know, I suspect that bulk bins may be profitable enough to make up for the occasional incident like this. Most stores I shop at have had them for many years, so they must find them worthwhile.

Woah, that’s a little extreme. Parental approval may not be unconditional, but love should be.

Forget 35 Pounds, my turned 8 yesterday daughter is 35 kilos.

And no, she’s not fat (a little big boned though)

Bewdiful…looks like we’ve got a live one here folks.

I reckon Naive Evian is the love-child that eventuated from the threesome between** curlcoat**, ZPGzealot and Idi Amin.

Running a book…odds currently 2-1. :smiley:

Or at least, the bulk bins should not be at such a low level. I’ve seen bulk candy sold in the sort of bins that have chutes. This also seems to be how bulk coffee is sold, in smaller bins with chutes on them, which are out of reach of a smaller child.

I conditionally love you, and want to have your babies. Lots of them, we can start our own militia.

My mother often lamented of the children *starving *in Africa to compel me to eat my [enter disliked food here], but she never tried to guilt me into behaving with images of AK-47-toting preadolescents hopped up on brown-brown.

How would that help solve the issue at hand? Stuff had to thrown away because dad couldn’t pay for it - presumably that is a problem that would exist regardless of how the bulk bins were configured.

It seems that the children picked out the candy in the OP. If that is true, if the candy is out of their reach (in general - obviously some future NBA star wouldn’t have a problem), the parent would have to choose and, one hopes, would show a little more discretion and maturity.

However, if one expects adults to show discretion and maturity, one will often be disappointed.

These are things parents used to do regularly when murder rates, illiteracy rates, adolescent rape, drunk driving and having unprotected sex were higher than they were today.

And there’s no evidence that they were effective.

Attitudes like that are why so many children are little beasts. Love isn’t really important to raising a responsible human being. Self-discipline is.

Better an offspring like Naive Evian who can think and plan out their actions than one that gets knocked up, unmarried by a man, that doesn’t want any parental responsibilities.

And children who’s parents tell them that they don’t love them because they wanted a Snicker bar one afternoon would never suffer any sort of self-esteem issues that would lead them to stupid behavior like that. Good call.

Next time my daughter doesn’t eat all her food when I take her out to lunch, I’m going to call her a whore and tell her she’ll never amount to anything. That ought to do the trick, huh?

No, but it’s useful for creating adults who aren’t miserable, hateful, empty creatures who project their fear and loathing onto the world around them (and often pass it on to their own children).

And lest that come across as maudlin, I’m a childless adult who usually wishes kids would just shut the fuck up and go away.

You have forklifts driving around on the sales floor? Seems pretty stupid to me.

Fairly common at the warehouse bag-your-own type stores.

And not un-common at places that are setting out pallet-loads of soda or tons of candy for Halloween. Or beer for the playoffs.

She was overwhelmed at seeing food for the first time in her life and tripped as she circled around.

. . . and welcome to Westboro Baptist.

Phred is that you?