Anyway, we were all sitting around the breakfast table when Evan, my 7-year-old, announced, "I don't like that smell."
"What smell?" I asked.
"I don't know. That smell."
All I could smell was breakfast: biscuits and gravy, crock pot egg/ham/cheese casserole, cinnamon cake and coffee, so I asked, "Is it something we're eating? All I smell is the food."
"No. . . . I think it's babies."
I told him that some day when he has his own babies he will love how they smell and that when he was a baby I used to want to smell him all the time.
"I know. But I'm not a daddy yet. I have to grow up and get married and have a wife before I'll like how babies smell."