Keaton: 16 years old, Likes children, hates middle aged, grouchy cashiers.
Me: 16 years old, Very tired from shopping all day.
SC: Stupid cashier.
SC: *ringing up the colouring book and crayons*
Me: *To Helen* Since you were such a good girl today, I'm going to buy you a chocolate bar. (She was very good. Didn't make me chase her, stayed quiet and didn't mess up things in the store.)
Keaton: What kind would you like, sweetie?
*Helen picks out a chocolate bar*
SC:...*makes a disgusted face*
Keaton:...Is something wrong?
SC: Aren't you two a bit young to have children?
Me: This isn't our daughter. This is my little cousin.
SC:...Sure. You know we have a special on for Trojan Brand condoms.
I really wanted to say something...but Keaton beat me to it.
Keaton: Yeah, they also have a special on for anti-wrinkle creme. You should have a look at that, mate.
God, I love that man.