Moroccans have a great reputation for being child friendly. So, The View From Fez was amused by this tale from a recent trip to the Carrefour Supermarket in Fez
A female friend was shopping and found herself following a grandfather and his badly-behaved 3-year-old grandson.
It was obvious to her that he has his hands full with the child screaming for sweets in the sweets aisle, biscuits in the biscuit aisle and for fruit, cereal and soft drinks in the other aisles.
However the Grandfather was working his way around, saying in a controlled voice, "Easy, Hamza, we won't be long . . . . easy, boy."
A couple of aisles later there was another outburst and she heard the grandfather calmly say: "It's okay, Hamza, just a couple more minutes and we'll be out of here. Hang in there, boy."
At the checkout, the little terror was throwing items out of the cart and yet the grandfather appeared unruffled. Once again he spoke softly, in a controlled voice, "Hamza, Hamza, relax buddy, don't get upset. We'll be home in five minutes, stay cool, Hamza my boy.
Very impressed by his tolerance, our female friend went down to the car park where the grandfather was loading his groceries and the boy into the car. She approached the man and said, "It's none of my business, but you were amazing in there. I don't know how you did it. That whole time you kept your composure, and no matter how loud and disruptive he got, you just calmly kept saying 'things would be okay'... Hamza is very lucky to have you as his grandpa."
"Thanks," said the grandfather, "but I'm Hamza, This little blighter's name is Rachid.