This isn't my perfume tray, but my mirrored vanity from my grandmother looks exactly like this. And my boys can't keep their hands off it. I think it's the push-spray action that fascinates them; maybe they get a little superhero thing going on: "watch me spray the bad guys with this repellent." Whatever the reason behind the intrigue, I can smell it when they've gotten into my perfume.
Today was particularly interesting. Actually, I'm struggling to find the right adjective to describe it.
I was on the main floor, helping our oldest with his math and phonics. The two youngest were upstairs, supposedly getting ready for the day. It was quiet. Too quiet. That's never a good sign in this house.
I went upstairs to investigate. My oldest son beat me up the stairs. He yelled, "Mom, they're getting into your perfume again! They're spraying it everywhere!"
Not only had they sprayed multiple bottles of perfume several times, they had taken my bottles of essential oil (lavender and Pan-Away--which smells a little like Icy Hot) and one of the boys had poured the bottles on the head of his brother. He also took a small bottle of peach-scented roll-on perfume that I really liked and dumped that on brother's head too. Creating their own perfumery, I guess.
I also had a small bottle of Estee Lauder's Advanced Night Repair (which is tremendously not cheap) on my vanity that is now providing an advanced treatment for the carpet both day and night.
The only redeeming part of this situation is--at least their mix smelled somewhat decent today. Plus, my son got quite the deep conditioning treatment for his hair.