Thursday, January 1, 2009

And 2009 Begins

The scene: home. Lil' dude is in the living room running around. I am in the kitchen.

The Dad walks upstairs. He stops, looks around.
It appears he is smelling the air. He makes pronounced smelling notions around the room.

He grabs the lil' dude, smells her tushie. (It's what parents do. There is no shame)
He sets her down.
"I thought she smelled. What IS that?"

"I am making deviled eggs," I say.
"Bingo," he says.

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