I have a great sense of smell. It comes from being a mom. It is a blessing and a curse. The other day James asked me to smell his hands. He was being so sweet and cuddly, but I was hesitant. Usually when the boys ask me to smell their hands it's not a good thing. But I did, and couldn't smell anything.
"Do you know what that smell is, Mom?" He asked me with a mischievous James grin.
"Love!! It smells like love!"
Awwwwwww! Love me some James love smell!
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