Jack just walked in the living room.
With a wrinkled nose, he asked, "Whassat smell?"
Me: "I'm not sure Jack. Does it smell stinky or good?"
Jack, nose still wrinkled, "Smells like Mommy. Yeah. Smells like Mommy."
And promptly walked away before I could determine if I should be flattered or very worried. I'll refresh the deoderant. Just in case.
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ROFL
i think you should submit that to reader's digest :)
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lol.... that's funny!
gotta love that boy!
i am so grinning over here :)
ROFL! I do love my Jack-Jack. I mean, your Jack-Jack. Who smells you. :D
This made me laugh out loud. An actual chuckle. Not at the story, Olli has a tendency to announce things like this that make me paranoid too, but at the way you wrote, "refreshed your deodrant".
You are a good writer.
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