Scarlett: Mom, look! Barbie is ready to pump.
Me: Oh. I see that. (Pause.) Did you help her get ready?
Scarlett: Yeah, I helped her with her boobs. Mom, Barbie is ready to pump her breastmilk now. Go get her pump.
Me: Well, Babe, I don’t think Barbie has a pump. Or a baby.
Scarlett: Why not?
Me: Because – and all I could think of was — Ken comes in a different box.
Who am I?