I’m a stinky mom. Literally.
Madeline: Why can’t you stay with me for quiet time?
Me: Because I didn’t take a shower this morning.
Madeline: You don’t need a shower.
Me: Yes, I do.
Me: Because I’m stinky. (Of course, I’m only jesting with her. I don’t really stink.)
Madeline: No, you’re not.
Me: Yeah, I am.
Madeline, as she sniffs my face: Ugh. You are stinky.
Me, slightly taken aback: Does my breath smell? (Maybe the morning coffee breath is lingering…)
Madeline: No, it’s your skin. It stinks.
I took a whiff of the skin on my arm and it smelled faintly like fruity lotion, but I can’t smell my own face. (I tried.) I can only hope she was just trying to get rid of me. Now for that shower I apparently really need…