Joel was helping me make his birthday cake on the 14th and, in the middle of it, as he stood on a chair beside me, he hugged me . "Mmmm, MOm, you smell so good!"
"I do? Thanks. What do I smell like?"
"Like butter."
Maybe I should stop shopping at Macy's perfume counter and instead go to Safeway?
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Scent of a Woman, Namely a Mother
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