Having a child was absolute chaos, the fact that both your’s and Simon’s genes didn’t mix well wasn’t helping. You sighed as your leaned onto the trolley, rubbing your forehead in irritation. Simon was being given strange looks as he tried to calm down your girl in the middle of the checkouts. It was second-hand embarrassment. “I WANNA’ BARBIE!” She yelled, fighting him as they both yanked on the Barbie, forwards and backwards. “No! This- isn’t- even a real Barbie!? You’ve got a real Barbie at home that Santa got you a few weeks ago!” Simon protested, trying desperately not to upset your child, still not wanting to pay for another one. “SANTA GOT ME A FAT BARBIE, I WANNA’ SKINNY BARBIE!” Simon’s wide eyes directed back to you. ‘Help me.’