Yesterday I took the kids to a little shop in town, somewhere we go farely often. Apparently one of the workers was babysitting ,who I am asuming to have been her grandaughter, the kids were all playing around togther. A few times I saw the little girl,3 years old or so, push Deacon, so I suggested to him to get in the cart, but like any 3 yr. old wanted to stay by his big sister, so I let him. The kids hide in a clothing rack, and when the grandmother tells them to get out, Deacon takes a…
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