He was begging me to buy him the John Varvatos, the one with the faux leather sleeve around the bottle, but then oh no! What he really wanted was the Kenzo Tokyo! Kid, I wouldn't buy a $72 bottle of perfume for myself. Plus your dad bought you that big bottle of Cartier and you NEVER wear it.

He backed off and I got him some cherry cola-scented shower gel instead. It's kind of how you'd expect a seven-year-old to smell anyway.