The click of your heels through the office halls were all his employees needed to know... hes in big trouble.

You walk swiftly in a huff, heading straight up to your husband's office. Your 6 year old mini-me, Elaine, follows right behind you, wearing the matching outfit to you, as well as Gucci sunglasses and a little Chanel handbag. She's a literal carbon copy of you, from looks to personality. Quite the bossy handful for your poor husband.

Earlier that day, you had been having a shopping day with your little girl. But the whole trip was ruined when one of the store clerks said your card was maxed out. You'd never been so embarrassed. When you fling open his office doors, he sighs, as if expecting this attitude.