August 29, 2009 | My Jottings
My granddaughter Vivienne (age 3 1/2) spent the night recently and we had a great time. We read books, sang songs, and played make-believe doggy. Depending on the day, Vivie says she is a little doggy named either Scratchy, Boney or Shorty.
She came to sit in my lap and snuggled against me. Soon she sniffed the air (she didn’t know I had put on a spritz of “Beautiful” by Estee Lauder a few minutes before), looked puzzled, and then asked me, “Grandma, why does it smell like appley-glump?”
I wonder if I should write to the Lauder Corporation.
Appley-glump… awww! Estee would be proud.
Only Vivie would come up with that. Along with her new dog alter-ego named Staniel. Staniel has “plucky paws”.