The baby loved IKEA. It was like a huge amusement park. Each new couch we sat on, bed we bounced on or mirror we reflected in was like a new ride at Disneyland. The varied textures of rugs and the differing softness of cushions were each a part of Estella's adventure. We could barely pry her out of the kids section where she had crawled into a playhouse and was busy sorting the kids toy kitchen utensils and pans. On the ride home she fell asleep in a flash.

Plus, the hot wife wore her hot pants to IKEA.