We Had A Deal.

source: The Sartorialist

A: I thought we talked about these shoes. STOP TRYING TO MAKE FETCH HAPPEN.

M: I AM GOING TO WRITE A STERN LETTER. 

A: THIS IS AN OUTRAGE. AND THE SOCKS.

M: To Whom it May Concern:

STOP IT STOP. 

A: Also, are we really doing the cropped top thing again? If so, I would like to lodge a formal complaint.

M: If by "we" you mean "me", not for a million dollars and a ride on Prince Harry's pony. 

A: Wait, I would totally wear that for a ride on Prince Harry's pony. You are crazy.

M: No way. 

A: Well, and a million dollars. 

M: I just had a baby. No crop tops no no no. 

A: Well, more Prince Harry pony for me. 

M: This conversation has taken a strange turn. 

A: You're just jealous.

M: You're the one riding a horse in a crop top. 

A: No, I'm the one owning a crop top while riding a royal pony and fanning myself with a million dollars. There's a difference. 

M: Oh no, you have to wear that nonsense. 

A: That's what I mean, I am not just wearing it, I'm making it look awesome. 

M: I've made you try on a romper before. Don't think I won't send you crop tops. 

A: Dog house. Ticks. I know.

M: Just making sure we're on the same page.