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 candy in the candy aisle, cookies in the cookie aisle and for
fruit, cereal and soda in the other aisles.
Meanwhile, Grandpa is working his way around, saying in a controlled voice, "Easy, Tommy, we won't be long . . . . easy, boy."
Another outburst and she hears the grandpa calmly say: "It's okay,
Tommy, 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 Grandpa says again in a controlled voice,
"Tommy, Tommy relax buddy, don't get upset. We'll be home in five
minutes, stay cool, Tommy boy.
Very impressed, the woman goes
outside where the grandfather is loading his groceries and the boy into
the car. She says to the elderly man, "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...Tommy is very lucky to
have you as his grandpa."
"Thanks," said the grandpa, "but I'm Tommy, This wee shit's name is Billy.
