A woman in a supermarket is behind a grandfather and his badly behaved 3-year-old grandson.
It’s obvious to her that the old man has his hands full with the child screaming his head off for sweets in the sweet aisle, biscuits in the biscuit aisle, and fruit, cereal and pop in the other aisles.
Meanwhile, the grandfather is working his way around, saying in a quiet, reassuring voice, “Easy, William, we won’t be long. Easy, boy… easy.”
Another tantrum and she hears the grandfather calmly say, “It’s okay, William, just a couple more minutes and we’ll be out of here. Hang in there, boy… hang in there.”
At the checkout, the little terror is flinging items out of the trolley, and the grandfather says again in a controlled voice, “William, William, relax buddy, don’t get upset. We’ll be home in five minutes. Stay cool, William.”
Impressed, the woman goes up to the grandfather in the car park as he is loading his groceries and the brat into the car.
She said to him, “Sir, I think you are truly amazing. I don’t know how you did it. You kept your composure all the time, no matter how loud and disruptive your little grandson got. You just calmly kept saying things would be okay. I think little William is very lucky to have you as his grandfather.”
“Thanks, lady,” replied the old man, “but I’m William. This little rascal’s name is Kevin.”
Courtesy of “146”