My daughter and I are out and about, and I notice a young boy just staring. He was probably about four or five. About ten seconds go by and I say
Hi, how are you?
Then his mother turns around. She looks at him, then to see what he is staring at. Taking him briskly by the arm, she turns him around and looks over at me. I said to her …
It’s perfectly fine, there is no problem.
Yes there is.
And they walk away.
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