A story Hannah told me I could blog about her 10-year-old son Ben.
They were driving to our house yesterday when Ben, after cautioning Hannah that he wasn't sure he should speak of such things, commented, "When I think of certain families, I think of the smell that family has."
Hannah was curious about what he meant.
"Well, for example, when I think of Erin's family [that's us, folks] I can smell poop." He quickly added, "But I don't mind the smell of poop, because I like them."
Hannah inquired as to whether their own family had a characteristic scent.
"Yes. Our family smells like vomit."
Hannah, perplexed, asked what Melissa's family smelled like.
"Oh, they smell like vanilla."
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