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Day At the Mall

There is an outlet mall just across the Skyway Bridge in Ellenton and Lindsay said she'd like to join us (Mackenzie, Drew and Nancy)from North Port for some Christmas shopping. She loaded the 3 kids (Michael, Alhanna, and Logan) and we met them for a day of fun.

The most noteworthy event was a true bully at the small play area in this outside mall. Drew and I were commissioned to watch the kids while the girls went to sniff candles. There was a boy, maybe 8, who immediately began throwing his weight around. His caretaker/dad told him to not throw sand and then he takes off to do some shopping of his own. No more than 20 seconds later he grabbed a handful of sand and dumped on Alhanna's head. I sauntered over and told this kid to behave himself and reminded him his dad told him not to throw sand. He looked at me and said something like he hated me and continued to display the most horrid behavior. This was a kid who needed slapped, spanked, gutted and hung like a swinging side of beef. Unfortunately the mall was crowded so I was unable to do the state of Florida a major favor.




Drew retrieving a wet sock from one of our charges at the Mall fountain.


Drew and Michael


Alhanna and Mackenzie

Logan

All of us enjoying an ice cream at the Hershey's ice cream store. 


This was the infamous play area.


Nancy and Lindsay


Logan

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  1. Oh hmm and just however did that sock end up in the fountain? Oh right, it went in with the child it was on! :p

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