"Christian, stop!" Ella growled in agitation.
Christian ignored her and walked towards the other aisle with his lifeline in his arms.
Ella rubbed her head in tension and followed him.
After catching up to them she grabbed his arm and turned him around to face her.
"Baby.." she softly said like talking to a two months old, "if Chrisa stares at something that does not mean she wants it."
"How do you know that?" Christian looked back at the baby girl in his arms and smiled widely, receiving a wobbly, toothy grin in return.
Ella growled in frustration and snapped in a low tone, "It is because she already has ten pink ponies at home and you keep buying her a new one every time her eyes wander to it. Like every other freaking toy back at home!"
Christian glared at her and put his hand on
