It's An Acquired Smell

Today we had some friends stop by for breakfast--a pastor and his wife and their four children, ages (roughly) 8 months, almost 3, 6 (I think), and 10. They are on the road for vacation and it was an opportunity for our families to get together. Some of you who read here may know the mom as "Untamed Shrew." :-)

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."

LOL!

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."

Touché!