I never thought this would happen to me.

I brought The Munch to Target so I could do some guerilla filming for a video I wanted to make… and yes, of course I was exploiting my baby and using her as my mini actress in the making.

After I got the shot I wanted, I let her run around while me and my sister and law selflessly picked out clothes we NEEDED… like yoga pants and plaids.

Then she saw it…. The Munch found a neon pink off-gassing Barbie car made with toxic noxious poisonous plastic … DID YOU HEAR WHAT I JUST SAID?? A FREAKING BARBIE CAR! BARBIE!!!!!!!

Now I am NOT a Barbie girl myself and am pretty sure that a woman with fake tits and an elbow for a vagina is no role model for my baby.

“Munch… no way…. you cannot have that Barbie Car…”

And then it happened. Her first tantrum. In the aisles of Target. I was that person.

So what did I do?? I bought her the damn Barbie car. Duh!

“I WANT IT!!”

“I LOVE IT”