Today, 10:11 am. Ginger is napping. I am lying in euphoric paralysis on our brand new Tempur-pedic mattress that has just been delivered. Hazel wanders in.
"Mommy, what do I smell?"
"That's polyurethane. It's coming from my new mattress. I know it smells yucky but it will go away in a few days."
"No, it's not yucky."
"Oh. You like that smell?"
"Yep. It smells like...like...BROWNIES! Yum, yum!"