I took my DD7 in on Nye to spend her money.
Sweet Jesus, it was rammed.
After carefully choosing the bear(persuaded dd not to purchase the khaki camouflage bear due to its ugliness),we got to the stuffing stations. All 3 were open.
Yay I hear you say.
The 'stuffer' asked dd her name and if she had any other bears. Then asked their names. Then asked what she was going to call her new furry bundle.
Any bear related question you can think of was dragged up.
By this stage I was sweating.
As the bear was nearly full, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that after registering the new bear on them god awful computers, we would be out and free.
Oh no. Dd was then asked to pick a heart, rub it on her heart for love, her head for brains, her legs for speed, her arms for strength. She was then asked to star jump and jog to make the bear sporty.
I am not a violent person but frigg me, I came so close to shoving her head in the glass case that spins the stuffing.
If any of you were in the queue behind a clammy,slighty faint 40 something year old woman with a child who looked like she was being put through her paces by an army PE Instructor, I apologise 