I’d be a rich housewife, in my stilettos, designer clothes, and simple yet mega carat ice blingbling strolling along with my baby Luke and his silver spoon in a pram like this one – our dog happily following behind. Of course, I’d still have a cat (probably a Savannah) but it’d most likely choose to stay and sleep back in our penthouse.

In the real world, I’d probably just settle for a much more practical Maclaren stroller or something light and portable.