Fitting room fats I had the joy of being in someone else's fitting room for a change the other day. As I was finishing up I heard a woman and her child enter the cubicle next to me, mum asked child to try on a pair of school trousers and he pitched an absolute fit, the whole works, crying, screaming, mum threatened to put everything in the trolley back, I'm presuming it was full of toys or snacks or something, at one point I heard her say to him that he needed new trousers because he was too fat for the old ones and he screamed back "you're fatter" and continued throwing a fit. When I saw them come out mum was indeed fatter, but boy who looked to be about 10 wasn't far behind, he was almost spherical, it's no wonder his trousers didn't fit. In stark comparison the woman in the cubicle before was a lovely human woman with an impeccably behaved young girl who was sitting on the floor outside. When they came in she (I'm presuming, I think she was speaking Polish) told her kid to stay so stay she did, she rolled around on the floor a bit, laughed at one of my outfits that looked absolutely ridiculous, but she was the perfect picture of a well behaved kid. And surprise surprise, not a sugary snack in sight to bribe her into behaving.