"Don't you think these cribs are cute?" I cooed at all the baby cribs in front of us.
Keith, who was next to me, spared a glance at them before looking back at me.
"We can buy them all," he suggested like it's nothing.
"And why would we?" I retorted-- "Only one is enough," --I pointed at the blue crib-- "What do you think of this?"
Keith's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized every detail, "It's fine but I want to hire an artisan to make a crib for us instead."
"What?" I couldn't help but look at him in disbelief.
"I don't trust the quality from the malls and our child deserves the best," he easily responded in a breeze.
"You…" I was at a loss for words.
How do I say this… isn't he spoiling him already? Why would he specifically want his crib to be exclusively designed…
Oh, dear… If he's already like this now then his tendencies would probably get worse in the future.
