I confess to being a complete Target lurker. I can manage to find some reason, at least 3 times a week, to go into the store, grab a drink from Stargetbucks, and scour the clearance areas. As a result, my son has become something of a store mascot. The ladies at the store love him. For a while, there was a bitter rivalry between one of the checkout ladies and one of the floor managers. They would fight over who got to fetch him free popcorn, a cookie from the bakery, stickers, etc.
So this image may be a *slight* exaggeration, but not by much.
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