YANBU. It's one thing in a food shop, where you go purposely to buy food. Not in a clothing store.
I hate this kind of marketing aimed at getting kids to pester their parents to death.
It's all very well saying 'just say no', but it is bloody hard work when your kid NEVER accepts a no as a no, and pesters and pesters and pesters, not only for minutes, but hours and even days.
OK, this is not sweets, DS wanted club bloody penguin membership. I said no. DS said pleaaaaaaase. NO! But mummmeeeeeee! On and on and on and on and on. Then the hissy fit, the pout. Then the tantrum. Then the I hate you mummy. Then the kicking and hitting me, breaking something that belongs to me, throwing my things on the floor...
I have no one to turn to to help me. If I am out and about the public is judging me.
So, I hate bloody disney, and I hate marketing directors with their bloody cold hearted and callous determination to sell crap to us that we don't need and isn't even good for us.