You Smell Like ...

Last night my seven-year-old Joel and I made a chocolate cake just before his shower. By the time he was out, the smell of cake wafted through the whole house.

"Mmm, can you smell that cake?" I asked him, wide-eyed. I was standing in the bedroom doorway while he was at his dresser finding clothes.

"I can't smell anything," he said.

"You can't?"

"Nope. Well, except I can smell you," he corrected, putting pants on.

"What do I smell like?" I asked, dubiously.

"Love."


I melted inside but didn't say anything. Just smiled.
He asked, "I thought you were gonna say, 'aww' and then hug me and I was gonna say 'Stop hugging me!'"