This morning when Super Boy and I were getting into our outerwear to head to school, I pulled my neck gaiter (a tube-like fleece thing that you wear in place of a scarf to keep your neck/lower face warm) out of the tangle of mittens, gloves, hats and scarves in the back entryway. I couldn't remember if I'd washed it recently, so before pulling it over my head, I smelled it (and, yes, it was fresh).
Super Boy saw me do this and said, "Does it smell like you, Mommy?"
I paused for a moment, warmth spreading through my soul. "What does Mommy smell like, baby?"
He scrunched up his nose for a minute, deep in thought, before replying:
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And that, my friends, is why that child will forever own my heart and soul...