hey! are you winkin at me?

I always think that the worst time to go to a supermarket is just after a long day at work with tired and hungry children.

So, today I did what I normally do and came straight home from work to feed the good tempered children with some previously prepared wholesome food found myself in an overcrowded shopping hell pretending that I didn't know who the loud badly behaved minors near to me were (to the extent of actually tutting and looking disapprovingly in their direction). This tactic, of course, didn't work because 1. Alice was under my arm and 2. Rudy was inevitably hanging off my coat

However, I managed to rise above the constant whine and found myself a 'happy place' raking through cheap stuff. Excited by the discovery of greatly reduced chopped tomatoes (yep, I know) I failed to take in what Rudy was asking me. I was aware that the constant drone was getting louder and louder and I finally registered what he was saying.

MUMMY, ARE YOU STEALING THOSE? MUMMY, ARE YOU STEALING THOSE? ARE YOU STEALING THOSE? MUMMMMMM

Now, this is maybe a sophisticated tactic used by parent and child tag team thieves. But, did the security guard who subsequently followed me really think that I was a pinching? I can't decide.