Whenever I Feel Like Running Out into Busy Traffic...
...A compulsion I‘ve had since childhood, a little voice from below always saves me from myself…Boy: Mommy, I like the way you smell.
Me: Thank you, sweetheart!
Boy: Yeah, you smell better than Daddy.
Me: I do?
Boy: Uh huh. Daddy smells like bugs, but you smell pretty.
Me: Daddy doesn’t smell like bugs -- he smells like oatmeal.
Boy: Well, I think boys smell terrible, and girls smell good! Girls smell yummy! ***Boy rubs tummy, licks his lips, and goes “mmmm yuuuuum“***
Me, horrified and appalled, yet enchanted: You will not be dating until you reach the age of twenty-five, son.
Boy, finger up nose: Mommy, can I have a waffle with sip [syrup]?
posted by Ms. Lori @ 8:23 AM
5 Comments:
awwww! How cute!
I personally think you smell like bugs dahling. ;)
Steve~
when my kids come in the bed with me to sleep they fight over who has to sleep on daddy's side. Apparently they don't like the way he smells either. I happen to like the way he smells so I don't get it. But it is endearing how they prefer the way mommies smell, isn't it. I think you smell like cupcakes;-)
Yes, like most boys, in one ear and out the other!
Katie, he is the cutest little pervert EVER! ;;-)
Steven, bugs FROM HEAVEN, you mean!
Leenie, that's so funny about hubby's side of the bed -- my kids do the same. Lar smells good, always, but I guess ya just can't beat Eu de Mommy, eh? ;-)
Jas, you got it!
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