Wednesday, 1:33 pm. Poppy is sleeping in the stroller. The rest of us are huddled in the back corner of Bed, Bath and Beyond, sniffing Yankee candles. And we have sniffed quite a few.
I am fielding a lot of, "Mom, what's this one called? Mom, I want the cherry one! Mom, what's this?"
"What's it called?"
"Clean Cotton. What do you think?"
"Really? I can't smell it, it doesn't smell like anything to me."
"Mooooom," (impatient sigh), "that's because it's CLEAN cotton!"
Guess which one we got.