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Sarah
"Oh, dear god, no," I exclaim as Rebecca points at the clown poster.
She looks at me with amusement. "Why not? I heard clowns are trendy nowadays."
I wince. "In what world? There is no way this is going in my baby's room. It's terrifying. Do you want him or her to grow up with childhood trauma?"
Rebecca snorts. "Fine, fine. No creepy clowns. What about this?" She holds up a pastel-colored print of baby animals.
Now that I can work with. I let out a relieved sigh. "Much better. Cute and non-threatening. Exactly what we need."
She smirks. "Whatever you say."
I roll my eyes, but a small smile tugs at my lips. "Trust me, my kid will thank me one day for not subjecting them to nightmare fuel."
Rebecca chuckles as she flips through another stack of prints. "So, do you have a theme in mind, or are we just winging it?"
