My son woke up this morning, walked out of his bedroom and announced that the house smelled "kinda like IKEA".
My husband just stared at him, then glared at me.
"Could you please stop shopping with him so much??" he pleaded.
I tried to explain why my son could identify the difference between various retail shopping establishments based on their scent alone (IKEA was simple enough... I had just put a cinnamon raisin bagel in the toaster this morning which smelled like the heavenly cinnamon buns they sell).
But I think the damage was already done. No doubt my hubby remembered when I took Drew shopping a few weeks ago with $10 dollars of his own money to spend. And he bought clothes.
Hello. My name is Mom2Drew, and I'm a shopaholic.