My house is in a current state of STALE, meaning that it smells like a combination of what we had for dinner last night and dog--only we don't have a dog, so it's in need of smelling fresh.
So, today after I dropped off L and O at school, K and I went candle shopping. I'm a big fan of Beanpod candles because not only do they smell great and last a long time, but they don't give off that black junk that makes my walls look like the inside of a chimney. As I was trying to figure out which one I wanted, I was letting Kate sniff a few.
I handed her one and she took a big whiff and then said, "Yuck! That's smells like Daddy's armpits."
Puzzled, since I don't think that Beanpod makes a candle in B.O., I said, "What are you talking about?"
"It smells like Daddy's armpits," she explained, "after he puts on his 'oderant. I don't like it."
And so, we bought very un-deodorant smelling candles because we can't have our house smelling like armpits.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment