okay listen up, here is the story of why every time i go to michaels, i always steal those creepy ass plastic babies. now our story stars with whenever @imfuckingyourlp and i went out lifting, we went to the mall and ended at michaels. now, we werenât really planning on lifting at michaels just waiting for a ride so we were wandering and i notice them. these creepy little fucks in a plastic bag, and iâm like âholy fuck i need them. i donât know why, but holy shit i need them.â so i stole just one pack, and i showed them to alexa once we left and i was like âlook at these iâm fucking living.â now i am the queen of lifting dumb shit. like super dumb shit, so there was no surprise. we made it an inside joke, flexing the babies, posting dumb pictures with them, making fan signs with them. now, the only reason i do it anymore is because the other day i was in michaels. alexaâs lifting some art supplies, im straight hauling babies, and we also bought something. now, we heard employees talking, and what are they talking about? âthe baby lifter.â so i said âoh like if you donât mind me whatâs this about? thats an odd thing to say.â they explain that someone keeps shoplifting plastic babies, and they say âlike itâs weird. itâs probably some pregnant mom whoâs having a weird ass baby shower. just, a weird baby shower.â so ya know. i act very confused and concerned, alexa and i laugh a bit then leave. and i refuse to stop until they lock them up or put them in an isle with cams. so, tl;dr i started lifting them because they were dumb and hilarious and now i do it just because they have a name for the masked women who keeps stealing theyâre plastic babies.