From Retail Hell Underground Blogger Spritzy:
The other day in line at the check-out I encountered a wonderful rarity, an Angel-Spawn.
Now we're all well aware of the Hell-Spawn who rip through the checkout candy, trample tabloids, and scream for every toy and treat on the shelf only to have their atrocious parental units pat them on the head and say there-there, don't worry...the little retail-slave-girl will clean up your mess.
Ugh.
But today was different, the customer in front of me had two children who were probably twins and couldn't be more than three. They stood next to her and didn't say a word, didn't grab for the chocolate, didn't whine or scream or cry.
Then the little girl noticed that there was a candy bar on the floor; now a Hell-Spawn probably would have stomped it or maybe even just opened it and started munching.
Not this little girl, she picked it up and looked carefully back and forth across the boxes of candy until she found it's correct spot and put it right where it belonged.
Her mom noticed her looking at the candy and told her not to touch anything and I told the mom that she was putting away one that fell on the floor and that she was a good kid.
Let's clone kids like these shall we?
--Spritzy
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