Awwww my son! My baby boy. Look at his picture there on the side. So sweet. So angelic!WRONG! That child is far from angelic. Tonight, before his bedtime, he goes upstairs to take a shower. I hear nothing eventful to alarm me. No crashes or splashes or other ominous sound.
He comes down the stairs after the shower, and looks all cute with his wet hair and gorgeous smile. Then the smell hits!
"Evan, what did wash with?"
"Just soap Mommy!"
"What soap Evan?"
He runs away, leaving behind him a cloud of noxiousness. It would seem that my angel decided to clean himself with about five different perfumed gels of mine. They smell lovely by themselves, but not mixed all together. In fact, he smells like a French.....working girl. He runs up to hug me and it literally brings tears to my eyes, not because of the touching and tender moment, but because of the fumes that are wafting off of my child. I have not checked yet. I am afraid. I think his shower just cost me about $100.
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