Pottery Barn to a 2 Year-Old

When William was an infant I picked out an alphabet quilt from Pottery Barn to hang above his changing table. (Best purchase ever! I credit this quilt for his love of letters and ability to recite the alphabet when he was 16 months old.) With a clear view to the quilt from his crib and a ton of time on the changing table, it's the focus of his little room.

This morning as I was changing him, he looked up at the quilt and asked, "Who painted those ABC's?"

Me: "No one painted them. It's sewn together."

W: "Who sowed it?"

Me: "A store called Pottery Barn."

W: "A cow did it?"

Me: "Huh?"

W: "Animals sowed it?"

Me: "Oh, yeah, I guess that would make sense, but it's a different kind of barn."

W: "They should come over and see it."

Now every time I think of ordering something from Pottery Barn, I'll wonder why I'm paying high prices for stuff that even an animal can make. As Matt reminded me this morning, it's better than the reality of how the stuff is really being made.