Monday, August 11, 2008

My confidence, shattered again.

One day last week Baby Girl and The Mr had a discussion about how he is sometimes stinky, but she always smells like roses.
Saturday afternoon we were all watching "Good Eats" when she came and snuggled up by me. She only sat there for a minute. Then she scooted away and said, sceptically, with her nose crinkled in distaste. "Momma do you always smell like roses?"
What am I supposed to do with that? I was only just getting over this incident.
Is it bad that later, when she came in from jumping on the trampoline smelling like wet-dog, I took satisfaction in noting her stickiness in the list of reasons why she needed to get in the bath? Because I did.

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