It sits right next to Curious George and Dr. Seuss

Before Madeline goes to bed, she grabs her stuffed Pooh and I gather her pacifier, blanket and some books. Then we cuddle and read for awhile on the rocker.

But last night, when I pulled out her Pooh book, she shook her head and picked up the Pottery Barn Kids catalog.

Remember how much she loves catalogs?

Yup, she was very insistent that we read the catalog together. So we did.

Mainly, I pointed to images and said, "See this? It's just another thing you'll never get. Isn't it pretty?."

I'm not cold-hearted. It's just the PB doll house is a whopping $700.

And I would rather spend the same amount of money it costs for the PB kitchen set to remodel my kitchen. You know, the one that is actually needed to function for us to eat. The one that when my mom walked into my house, she said, "I grew up with countertops exactly like this!"

The eight little words every prospective homeowner hopes to hear.

(Just to clarify, I'm not saying my mom is old, of course. Just my countertops. Love you, Mom.)

I promise I'm not trying to raise up a consumer. She just enjoy looking at footballs, dogs, fireplaces and little kids. All her favorite things in one "book." No wanting going on whatsoever. No, "Please, Mom? Please, can I have this?"

Of course, I'm totally immune to coveting any Pottery Barn stuff. I don't want this. Or this. Or this. Or this. At all.

Or maybe I should put down my catalog and go read some Pooh myself.