"I smell like Mommy!" Sniff sniff.
I looked at her quizzically. "You smell like mommy (loud fake sniff) or you smell like Mommy?" (pretends to loudly sniff own armpit.)
"I smell like Mommy!", she says, sniffing her armpit and grinning.
"Really, what does Mommy smell like?"
"Rowan!!!" she squeals, and collapses on the couch in a burst of giggles.
"OK, then, what do we smell like?"
"A candle! A green candle!"
There you have it. Apparently, Eau de la Mère is "Green Candle". I'm thinking of selling the idea to Chanel.