The Vintage Reader

So I was at the mall last week, and I spotted a store that had darling baby furniture and stuff. Adorable little chairs and tables. Fabulous baby clothes hanging in cute displays. I rolled the stroller on in and Vintage Toddler and I took a look around. To my disappointment, none of the clothes came in an 18 month size, but that was okay, because frankly, they were a little frilly and girly--even the boys' clothes. I was heading for the little tables and chairs when I noticed that the sales clerk was wearing surgical scrubs. Cute ones, like a pediatric nurse, but scrubs, nonetheless. Then I noticed that she was sitting in a sea of Plexiglas newborn cribs. And each one had a tiny face peeking out of a bundle of flannel. I made a quick retreat.

I thought for a while that I had stepped out of the mall and into the Twilight Zone, but actually, I was just in the creepiest store in the mall.

[EDIT: Eeeeewwwww! Be sure to click on "The Experience" so you can see the little girl in the hospital gown, apparently playing "postpartum mommy." So did they PROVIDE the gown, or did she bring it with her? And wouldn't you think that since she had to fill out an application to get one of the little monsters, she was ADOPTING it, like a Cabbage Patch Doll? So why is she wearing a hospital gown, anyway?]