"Samara, I can't just return a cheeseburger," Anna told Samara with an argry frown. "You told me this is what you wanted, and you have to eat it. I can't return it."

"Yes you can," Samara said with no expression. "I've done it before."

Anna rolled her eyes. "Samara, out of all the times I've taken you out to eat, I've never once seen you return an item of food."

"Can too."

"Samara-"

"-Watch."

Anna watched. Samara got up, began to walk towards McDonals, then stopped and beckoned for Anna to follow. The two of them entered the fast-food restaraunt and walked up to the counter. Behind it was a young, bored-looking man covered in pimples. He was intently looking at a magazine with a half-naked celebrity on the cover.

"Hi, um, my mom accidentally ordered a greasy desgusting cheeseburger, and I'd like a refund to buy something else."

The man looked up. "Excuse me?"

"I want to return this cheeseburger."

The man raised his eyebrows at Anna, as if saying, 'Is this your daugther, and if so what is she talking about?' Samara looked inpatient.

"Look, if you wanted a kids meal, I can throw in the toy for an extra dollar," the man said, scratching his forehead.

Samara scoffed at this remark. "Look. I don't want a toy. I want to return this cheeseburger." After a few seconds of silence, Samara added, "...Now."

The man looked at Anna for help. When he got none, he said, "Look, kid, I'm sorry, but I can't refund your cheeseburger. But if you want to play in the Playplace, we sell socks for two dollars."

"WHAT?" Samara yelled.

"Look, honey, I told you, you can't return it. You're just going to have to live with it."

"LIVE WITH IT!" Samara screeched.

The man sort of jumped. "Please, lady, can you try to control your kid?" he asked Anna desperately.

Anna knelt down by Samara. "Look at me," she growled through girdded teeth. "You calm down and forget about it or there will be no ice cream, do you hear me?"

"No."

Anna rubbed her forehead. "Samara-" Anna looked around. Use some of that child phycology crap on her, she thought. Yeah. She looked around the room. Next to a display of Happy Meal toys was a big cardboard cut out of Ronald McDonald. That's it, Anna thought.

"Samara, look, it's Ronald McDonald!" Anna said. "If you're bad, then he won't let you come back here."

Samara paused. She looked hard at Anna, then at Ronald McDonald. Slowly, she walked towards the cardboard clown, stopped right in front of him, and punched her fist right through his mouth.

"Samara!" Anna cried.

"That's for not refunding cheeseburgers." She turned to the boy behind the counter. "Next time, we're eating at Burger King."

"Please?" Samara pleaded.

"No."

"C'mon!"

"No, Samara.

"CanIhuhCanIhuhCanIhuh,huh,huh?

Anna didn't even look at her.

"Aww, come on, what I did wasn't that bad."

Anna finally looked down at Samara. "Samara, we got permanantly kicked out of McDonalds. There's no way I'm letting you get ice cream now."

"...Please?"

The two of them stepped into The Children's Place in silence. Anna sat Samara on a little chair and began to pick out some clothes for her. When Anna picked up a little plaid jumper, Samara made a gagging noise.

"Samara," Anna said sternly. Samara stopped gagging.

Anna took the clothes to the register. Samara pulled out the pin she had took from Hot Topic, making sure that Anna didn't see her.

After Anna paid for the clothes, they went to various other stores like a country store and American Kitchen. The whole time Samara said nothing.

After they had left Bath & Body Works, Anna turned to Samara. "Honey," she said, "you've been very good. So good that I've decided to get you your ice cream."

Samara ginned sweetly. "Oh, thank you, Mother! You're the nicest mother in the world!"

Anna smiled, and the two of them walked down to the ice cream store holding hands, the Hot Topic pin pinned to the back of Samara's shirt. :)

Well, that's the end. I hope you liked it. -BIRDIACTION .