a sense of entitlement

i went to the chiropractor's office yesterday and when i walked in, there was a little girl sitting patiently in the waiting room all by herself. she couldn't have been more than 4. in a few minutes, her grandmother came out, having finished her appointment, and had her granddaughter join her at the counter. everyone remarked about how well she sat by herself, and her grandmother commented that she would have to treat her granddaughter for behaving so well. at that point, this little voiced piped up: "hold me."

in our consumerist society filled with children (and their parents) who have this overwhelming sense of entitlement, it was pretty cool to hear that child ask for nothing more than to be picked up and loved on for being so well-behaved. and aren't we all entitled to being held just for being us.