Recently, he became a father at the tender age of 15. And it's all because of public school. See, he's taking a Child Development class in the high school. This is the plastic baby he brought home for a weekend. He named her Gregory. Because it's a good name. There's a reason children have two parents and often, it prevents little girls from winding up with names like Gregory.
Anyway. The "baby" cries and has a sensor of some kind. You have to feed it, change it, and rock it and burp it at seemingly random and inconvenient times. It's a technological leap from the hard-boiled egg I carried about when I attended high school.
Good luck finding a human in Amazon customer service but I did succeed eventually. I've gotten a refund on the slippers and my new cleaner shipped out nicely. Hopefully that's the end of that because I love Amazon.