Baby-shopping is tiring.
I spent ages on the 5th floor in Pavilion going through Mothercare, Early Learning Centre, Baby Gap, Pumpkin Patch and Guess Kids.
Toddlers above the age of 12 months have way cooler stuff.
And teeny tiny clothes for teeny tiny people don’t come with a teeny tiny pricetag.
There are so many brands and designs to choose from that i ended up walking in some of the shops twice just to make up my mind!
But i must admit shopping for babies are fun.
It’s like dressing up barbie dolls!
Only they’re alive.
And they cost. (Come to think of it, Barbie clothes aren’t cheap too. What’s up with tiny things costing so much!)
I surprised myself with the enjoyment derived from shopping for babies.
Holding up a little-T (i can’t say what it said cos i ended up buying it as a gift), i squealed a bit too loudly,
My eyes widened and my hand shot up to clamp over my mouth.
Oh my God! What the hell was that?! Was that ME? Jesus!
Later on, LaughingLoga was in my car and i turned up the volume for Let It Snow.
Oh! The weather outside is frightful!
But the fire is soooo delightful!
And since we’ve no place to go…
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
“Why are we listening to this again?”
“So we can get in the mood!”
“And now,” i turned up the aircon to full blast at the lowest temperature, “We make it really cold in the car and pretend it’s winter outside!”
“… … *talks to self* Ignore stupid person. Just ignore the stupid person.”