G: Mom, can I have some of your champagne?
M: What? What champagne, honey?
G: Up there. The champagne that's up there.
A: I think she means your perfume, Mother.
M: Oh, perfume, Greggie?
G: Yeah, perfume champagne. Can I have some, right here [pointing to the back of her neck].
M: Okay, I guess. Which one do you want?
So Greggie picked the Burberry and Alex picked the Jil Sander #4 and then they each had to have some of the other. And we all went to bed. I got to fall asleep in haze of my past scents. I think I'll stick with my essential oils from now on! Wheeeeew!!!!