This morning, I caught my husband putting Chanel No. 5 on a not-quite-two-year-old girl.
“What?” he said when I objected. “She likes it! She even knows to hold out her wrist.”
She likes to smack her best friend upside the head with a sippie cup too, but that doesn’t mean we let her do it. And now my toddler smells like perfume instead of … toddler.