I’ve been reading back through the old threads (it’s September in my little web world) and I came across this one from Kogarashi: "… I noticed two young girls taking some noisemaker/candy/bobblehead doodads from an impulse rack and smacking them against the rack and its adjacent drink cooler. I watched this for a while as I rang out my own customers, but the closest their mother got to disciplining them in any way was to tell them to come around where she could see them …so after a while of the mother just watching and not doing anything, I excused myself politely from my current customer and approached the girls. I simply, calmly, and politely asked them to please not bang the bobbleheads on the rack. The girls kind of looked at me like they'd never had anyone tell them not to do something before, but they stopped.
I went back to my register, but I noticed the mother giving me an odd look (she was in a different line). I met her line of sight, and she (apparently calmly) asked me to ask her next time. I nodded, but couldn't give her more of a response because I had customers to help. I thought that was the end of it. The girls put back the bobbleheads because the mom wasn't buying them…. Later, one of the CSMs told me (when I went to my break) that the mother had come up and complained to her (CSM) about me. The mother complained about me disciplining her children in the store. …"
And it reminded me of one I had along the same lines.
I was at the cashwrap with another employee, and it was pretty dead. Woman comes up with her little girl, about 2 years old, and my coworker is looking up a book for the woman. In that store we had the “velvet ropes” to mark off the line (too bad we can’t use them to keep out the SCs… Sorry, you're not on The List
). My last store had the tension kind that when you unhook them roll themselves up into the top of the stand, so if you lean on them they have some room to stretch out before the stand will fall; the stands are metal and plastic, not real heavy except for the base. Not these: these were the velvet ropes that hooked on either end to a separate heavy, metal stanchion; it took some muscle to move the stands around. The rope hangs down a bit in between, just the right height for little ones to lean on, hang on, or sit on (depending on how little).
So this (very cute) 2ish-year-old little girl grabs onto the middle of the rope and starts swinging it back and forth. I’m watching her and watching the stanchions lean inward and downward with each forward push. Mom is busy with my coworker about 10 feet from her daughter, but keeps turning and telling the little girl “stop it”, several times, but she won’t go over and pull her away from the thing. So finally I say to the girl, “Sweetie, please don’t play with that” in a perfectly nice, calm voice. Mom turns to me and barks, “Why?!”
Well, why the heck do you keep telling her to stop???!!! I was speechless for a few seconds but finally told her I didn’t want her kid to get hurt. While I thought, "cuz when she pulls those things down on her little head you're probably gonna sue us."
I went back to my register, but I noticed the mother giving me an odd look (she was in a different line). I met her line of sight, and she (apparently calmly) asked me to ask her next time. I nodded, but couldn't give her more of a response because I had customers to help. I thought that was the end of it. The girls put back the bobbleheads because the mom wasn't buying them…. Later, one of the CSMs told me (when I went to my break) that the mother had come up and complained to her (CSM) about me. The mother complained about me disciplining her children in the store. …"
And it reminded me of one I had along the same lines.
I was at the cashwrap with another employee, and it was pretty dead. Woman comes up with her little girl, about 2 years old, and my coworker is looking up a book for the woman. In that store we had the “velvet ropes” to mark off the line (too bad we can’t use them to keep out the SCs… Sorry, you're not on The List

So this (very cute) 2ish-year-old little girl grabs onto the middle of the rope and starts swinging it back and forth. I’m watching her and watching the stanchions lean inward and downward with each forward push. Mom is busy with my coworker about 10 feet from her daughter, but keeps turning and telling the little girl “stop it”, several times, but she won’t go over and pull her away from the thing. So finally I say to the girl, “Sweetie, please don’t play with that” in a perfectly nice, calm voice. Mom turns to me and barks, “Why?!”

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