Tonight I had the opportunity to spend some quality one on one time with Taterbug, which can be a real rarity in our daily lives. We ate dinner, got our nails done, and did a little shopping at the mall - which I normally despise and only visit around Black Friday and Christmas.

I needed to make a stop at GNC and took my time selecting just the right vitamin concoction for my aging body. Taterbug proceeded to look around and then made her way towards the area of the front of the store where the dreaded scale is kept. You know, the motion activated one that demands only "one at a time" when you step on it.

I had a few questions for the clerk while I was making my purchase and Taterbug switched her attention to a chair positioned at the front of the store. As I paid for my fountain of youth pills, I could hear Taterbug saying, "ouch," every five seconds or so. It wasn't a true "ouch" but more of an "I will annoy my mother until she gets me the heck out of here," sort of "ouch."

I smiled at the clerk and asked her if she wanted a free child informing her that Taterbug was normally well-behaved and could recite almost every Hannah Montana song created. The very young clerk smiled back in sympathy and politely declined my offer. I told Taterbug to knock whatever she was doing off. She did so at first but then the rhythmic ouches began again, extending to about every ten seconds, with a few giggles in between.

I finally completed my purchase and walked out of the store to see Taterbug sitting in the chair at the front of the store. The chair was equipped with a shiatsu massage pad and she had the thing going full blast. The massage fingers going over her neck prompted the ouch and giggling, as it was just bit too forceful for her little muscles. She was sitting back in that chair with her little hands gripping the chair arms until her knuckles were white. She was thoroughly enjoying the ride.

Mommazilla: Taterbug! Why in the world would you keep sitting there if it hurts? Get up!
Taterbug: It's not that bad, Mom. Plus, I don't wanna waste my demo.

With that final comment, she gave me a little grin and finally got up out of the chair once the *free* demo had subsided. She offered to have me also receive a demo but I politely declined, still laughing at the budding bargain shopper I had created.