How Do You Know That!?

I was shopping at Marshalls the other day and heard a screaming out-of-control youngster. The screaming tantrum could be heard all over the store.  Since this is one of the most annoying things about public places, I made my way quickly to the checkout line. A cart had been left in the line corridor and I remarked that it was thoughtful of someone to leave it right there. I had to push it aside to get through. The woman ahead of me in turn said that it probably belonged to a sales person. Nope. The cart belonged to the spineless wishy-washy mother of the well clad screamer-screecher. The 5ish year old was screaming about a plate in her grasp that she wanted. The plate was decorative sayeth the mother and was not a plate that one ate off. It was a plate for people who like cats and dogs, the mother said calmly explaining to the hysterical run-amok brat. "How do you know that!!?" demanded the little tyrant dressed in pink. "I know that because I am a mama" said the poor helpless soul in a soft ineffectual voice. "This behavior is unacceptable" offered the shadow of a mother. All the while the child who-is-father-to-the-man kept up the tirade. The woman who was in front of me glared at the two and then looked at me. I just shook my head and turned away. Bing!Register 3 was now ready for me to get the hell out of there.