"Hands in pockets" store

It's funny the rules you grew up with as kids follows you into adulthood ... well, it's true for me.  When I was little and mom would take us shopping she had a rule about stores containing breakables.  These stores were called "Hands in Pockets".   Everytime we'd enter a store that looked like it had even just a small amount of breakable items, she'd tell us before entering "okay, hands in pockets".  This meant you put your hands in your pockets and keep them there until we stepped back out of the store.  No touching, not even any pointing at things.  On occasion my brothers or I would get excited about seeing something and pull our hands from our pockets and point or touch the breakables ... and a few times the item would break.  Sigh. 

I've come to discover that even though I'm an adult and know that if I break it, I buy it and should be responsible enough to not let this happen, I find that when I go into a store with fragile things, my hands magically find themselves being slipped into my pockets for safe keeping.  It's like I hear my mom's voice in my head telling me to put them there and keep them there.  I even find myself telling my nieces the same thing when we enter a store, "yep, that's pretty, but please put your hands in your pockets cause that's the type of store we're in.  We look with our eyes, not our hands." 

Moms are very wise.