Yesterday Coco came bounding into the room. “Smell!” she yelled, holding up her arm. What I smelled was my really expensive Aveda Self Control hair product liberally applied to her underarm. Left to her own devices in the bathroom, she rummaged around in the medicine cabinet and found it; it looks exactly like a deordorant stick.
“I have fur growing,” she explained. “I need to put this on.”
It’s amazing to think that all of those mundane things you do everydaythat you don’t think aboutare being watched and then copied.
