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It’s funny how we can’t wait for our children to start talking and being able to express to us what they are thinking and feeling, but when they do reach this major milestone in their life, we parents sometimes wish they would just stop talking.

Yes I’m talking about the time when you are in a public place and your child says something that makes you wish the ground would swallow you up.

On a recent trip to the supermarket I had one of those awkward moments.

It involved a young girl sitting in a shopping trolley who was in the middle of a major tantrum and her parent, who was looking consumed by stress and embarrassment at the situation.

I’m pleased to report that this was not my child and I was not that parent.

I was with my two-year-old daughter Alyssa, who probably didn’t make the situation better when at the top of her voice she shouted while pointing ‘look dad, naughty girl’.

I ignored the comment, hoping she wouldn’t say it again. But she did. My face may have turned the same colour as the tomatoes I was putting into my trolley.