It’s a man selling balloons.
It normally goes like this.
Child: can I have a power ranger balloon?
Mother: no you will just let go and it will float away.
Mother: no there a waste of money.
Child: please mum I won’t let go of it this time.
Child: (starting to go red and looking at ball of tatty balloons as if it’s the holy grail.) please, mum!!!
Father: no now forget it we are going home soon.
Mother: we will go home when I have finished. I haven’t been in Matlan yet.
Child: (now almost purple with rage.) PLEASE!!
Child will now fall to floor face down and scream loud enough to attract the attention of all immediate area causing them to look and stare critically at the parents.
Father: ok ok ere mate, how much for you ninja ranger balloons.
Balloon seller: £5
Father: £5!! For a bloody balloon!!! (Screams getting louder) ok ok bloody rip ill tell you. Here you go boy.
In an almost miracle like transformation the child gets up take the balloon and they go on there merry way. It’s as your leaving the mall you see a balloon floating off into the sky, and a hi pitched screaming child being yanked buy the wrist towards a ford Orion.
So my only advise to people on how to deal with children in shopping centres.
Leave them with grandma