Waiting our turn. Checking out the *lovely* merchandise.
Why would you pack a place for children wall-to-wall with things they want desperately to touch and their parents want desperately to avoid. I'm a business person so I really already know the answer to this question, but they can't act shocked when there is crying. From the mothers . . .
What could be better than getting your hair cut in a fire truck?
I think I will request that too.