Carley cringed and helplessly mumbled behind her pacifier while Crystal patted her on the head. “Oh, she’s eighteen.”
“Oh, eighteen months! How adorable!” the woman cooed.
“No, not months, years,” Crystal corrected. Carley felt the color drain from her cheeks. She felt like she was quickly losing her adulthood with each of Crystal’s cringe-inducing words.
“Oh? That’s a Little?” the woman asked. “I never would have guessed. She looks so cute and…little!”
“I know, right?” Crystal said.
“I take it these items are for her?” the woman asked.
“Yep!” Crystal chirped.
The woman took a look at the cart. “Oh…you know, you could have gotten the sandy powder to go along with the Insta-rash spray. It’s like baby powder, only it’s really irritating and itchy, perfect for punishment!” The woman gleefully explained details of Little torture to Crystal who just nodded along.