We find ourselves in the playground with a very Jennifer Aniston-looking Kelly Clarkson playing on the swings (bless). All of a sudden, our attention is diverted to two youngsters playing on the roundabout, having a little tiff before making up and hugging. We’re assuming the filmmakers are trying to trick us into thinking that this is Ms Clarkson and a life-long love. Flash-forward to the present day and Kelly’s tormenting the poor young man, flushing his keys down the porcelain express – it’s clear they’re having issues. She rips a magazine out of his hands and throws it out the window (she likes him), then she drops his clothes out the window (she REALLY likes him). He reciprocates with one of Kelly’s yellow check numbers (let’s face it, that deserved to go) and threatens to drop an acoustic guitar. The moral of the story? Life’s not all swings and roundabouts (BOOM-TISH).