Being the average kids we are, Chink and I decided to crash the mall and life goes on from there.

We went into a clothing store for infants and toddlers and pretended we had a two month old baby named Kimberly.
“Do you think Kimberly would like this?”
“She’s only two months old!”

I could not repress my obnoxious laughter, but the Asian cashier either bought it or thought we were being retards trying to make a scene. We kept looking at baby clothes and pretended to choose bathing suits for our precious Kimberly. Eventually, we got out because the looks we were getting were too rude. I don’t blame them.

We move onto Macy’s in the teen/intimate section, and while Chink was purchasing his pants, I saw a Macy’s gift card as the shape of the universal symbol of newborns; the pin with a duck head.
“Aw, look! This fits with Kimberly!”
“Oh, our baby?”

The cashier shot her head up with disturbed eyes. She looked as if we had just reanimated her.

“So, is your mom taking care of Kimberly tonight?”
I was about to burst into laughter because we were torturing this poor old lady with nonsense, so I acted aggravated quickly.
“Don’t talk to me right now,” I grouched and walked away towards the sweaters.

“She gets so stressed after the pregnancy,” Chink sighed to the cashier lady.

And life goes on with much laughter down the escalators.