Call me insane. I dragged both of my children to E & M Greenfield. Greenfields is an old school trade sort of place. It's not like Spotlight. They were surprisingly tolerant of the children. No one scowled at them, and a lovely lady offered them biscuits. I was let loose at drawers of Isacord.
As a testament to my superior parenting skills, I bribed my children to behave with hot chips for lunch. It was mostly successful. Any time Will started to get unruly, I said, "you want chippies for lunch?". He calmed down and got back to his task which was holding the box full of threads.