On Saturday, my husband arrived home after a long day coaching. He walked in the door and into the family room where the wee ones and I were having Movie Night With Mommy and eating popcorn. Immediately, he leaned over me to give me a kiss in greeting.
I ummm (ok, so we’ve been married awhile), shrank back a bit as I inhaled. With an offended look, he insisted he didn’t smell that bad. I simply shrugged and returned my attention to the movie and the popcorn Little Miss and I were sharing.
My husband walked over to Mister Man.
I’ll get an unbiased opinion. Mister Man, do I smell bad?
After breathing in a whiff, Mister Man leaned back, and with his most earnest expression replied, No, Daddy, you smell much better than bad.
Fortunately, I wasn’t the only one dying of laughter. My husband also thought Mister Man’s careful wording was hilarious. Gotta love this kid!