Thursday, February 5, 2015

What a stinker.

Often when I return from a run and try to stretch, my son swarms all over me.  He imitates me, doing little squats and downward dogs, with his head fully on the floor.  Then I shower, and I tell him I have to shower because "Mommy's stinky."

So, naturally, he announces "Stinky" when he sees me in running gear.  With a friend, ready to head out the door. Or when my husband takes a clean tech shirt that he recognizes out of the dryer.  Or when he pulls my workout clothes out of the drawer.

Stinky.  Stinky.  Stinky.

Thanks, kid.

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