I love watching kids when they're bored. Especially when I'm bored. They haven't learned that being obviously bored is rude. They squirm, they whine, and then they whine as if their parent can't hear them correctly, because obviously the parent is deaf or else they'd be leaving already. I totally remember being that kind of kid. At the grocery store, at the department store. I was the kid tugging on my mom's shirt, throwing a fit, making the word "mom" into a three-syllable word. Basically doing whatever I had to in order to get out of there. I wanted to go home. Home is where the cartoons, kittens, and toys were. Not the store. Sure, there were neat things to beg for at the grocery store. But my mom was pretty good at resisting my pleas, and only laughed at me when my efforts became especially drastic. And nothing is more infuriating than your mom laughing at you when your actions indicate she should be saying, "Oh! You poor thing. You'll die if we don't leave. Let's get you a whole bunch of sugar and get out of this joint."

But of course I know that waaaaay, waaaaay, way down the road when I have a kid, I'll totally act like my mom. My kid will force itself to stop breathing, and I'll just continue standing in front of the rack of clothes, muttering, "Now do I like the blue shirt, or the black?"