Autumn’s POV
The woman in front of me is showering her child in praise and I know it should warm my heart but there is a part of me that just doesn't care if he gets to choose his candy or if she selects it for him. For the fourth time she goes through the display but it's just too many options for a pre-schooler, he's simply overwhelmed. The line is now snaking back as far as the aisles of cereal. I want to tell her the kid needs help to choose, or just a choice of two, but I know advice from strangers never goes down well with these yummy mummies. Even against the music of the store her voice carries, “Oh cutie-pie, would you like mummy to tell you them again?” The kid nods and runs his hands over the wrappers just to hear them crinkle. In seconds my basket is on the floor and I'm he
