Yes

I frustrate myself with my inability to say no to her and give her a genuine smile. I hold it for a bit while she takes the picture. “Was that so hard?” she asks, “Now this time put the pacifier in your mouth and sit in the stroller.” At this point, I don’t even bother arguing and do as she says. Looking into the camera of her phone she takes another picture of me. “Okay, one last one.” She stands her phone up on our kitchen table and then moves quickly to stand behind me, her hands on the stroller. She smiles while looking at the camera and I look at the camera too. She holds it for a moment before going and grabbing her phone. “Okay, you can stand up now.” I get out of the stroller and remove the pacifier from my mouth. I help her refold the stroller and then she hands it to me. “We’re taking it with us,” she says. She looks at me clearly saying this isn’t up for debate. She grabs one last thing from the table. It’s a diaper bag. She shows me the inside. It’s empty. “It’s just to complete the look,” she says.

We head outside. I’m glad it’s dark out, but I guess the point is moot since most of our neighbors are at the party. She has me put the stroller in the trunk. I go to open the passenger side door, but it’s locked. “Babies can’t sit up front,” I hear her say loudly. I sigh and open one of the back doors and get in. She turns her head and says, “I wanted to get a baby seat for you, but I spent enough money the way it is.” She then starts the car and drives us to the party.