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Shopping centres are magical places.
When I say magic, I mean, because the moment we step through the doors, my son undergoes a mystical transformation from a nice, friendly little boy into the devil incarnate.
Something about all those colours and stimulating products on the shelves turns him as feral as a bush turkey with rabies.
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These are the stages that I go through each and every time we hit the shops together:
1. Optimism.
The first time I went shopping with my son he was just a few months old. I’d dropped the car off for a service and I thought we would spend a couple of hours at the mall together and have a nice time. I pictured us cruising the shops as everyone stopped to tell me how gorgeous my child was. I thought I’d get the new luggage I needed then we would have a lovely mother and son lunch together.