…where ridiculous resides and because I always seem to take the long way around a story:
My little dude is funny. Except, after BDC taking him shopping for new sneakers tonight, and finding that his feet are quickly reaching my size (he’s only 8!), he’s not truly” little”. Though I will probably refer to him as my “little dude” for the rest of his life. (So, Henry, you have been warned.) But I digress.
Later in the evening I walked upstairs to corral the little (see, I can’t help myself) chameleons to bed while BDC worked on getting pictures off of my phone and into my computer. Because
sometimes I’m technically challenged. Anyway, it’s a cool evening so the windows are open and our attic fan is running. When I got to our bedroom (because the kids have claimed it as their own and are watching TV in there) I smelled something strangely odorous. Like perhaps there was a dead animal nearby in our neighborhood, or more accurately, right outside our bedroom window.
The following conversation ensued.
ME: *scrunching my nose* “What smells in here?”
Of course, I try to identify it and find the source. I go over to our window to see if it’s stronger there. You know, sort of like, “Oh this milk is sour! Taste it!” Only in this case I was inflicting this upon my own olfactory senses. Again, I digress.
As I am unable to discern where said smell is coming from, I turn back to the kids.
HENRY: “Heh, heh!” *said devilishly* “That must be me you smell.”
ME: “YOU smell?” *then I realize I can’t remember the last time Henry had a bath*
HENRY: “Yeah, come smell me.”
* again with the sour milk…? I move hesitantly toward him.*
HENRY: “Dad and I were trying some man cologne while we were at Kohl’s.”
ME: “Oh!” *laughing* “Did you really?”
HENRY: “Only two kinds. Smell.” *he pulls his t-shirt away from his neck so I can get a good sniff*
ME: “Hey, that smells pretty good!” *said with a bit of surprise* “That’s not what I was smelling a second ago.”
HENRY: “Ohhhh, yeahhhh!” *nodding his head, giving me the smooth-move-finger-gun motion and an attempt at a wink* “Dad should get two bottles of each and I should get two bottles of each for four bottles and I should wear this twice a day.”
Well, on the upside, I wouldn’t smell that dead animal smell with Henry bathing in two different types of cologne twice a day. Although, we probably would all end up not being able to smell anything after that, rendering any kind of scent a moot point. (I did mention the long way around, right? Keep reading. It’s almost the end. Really.)
By this time I’m getting the kids tucked in their beds and of course, Lucy has chimed in on the conversation.
LUCY: ” Henry, you can’t wear that!”
HENRY: “I might wear it THREE times a day! Maybe even FOUR! Ok, maybe just two. I can SO wear it, Lucy.”
LUCY: *laughing* “Ewwww! No you can’t Henry! You can’t even date yet.”
HENRY: *matter-of-factly* “Well, that is true.”
ME: “You don’t have to date to wear good smells. Remember, Henry, you used to wear Mad Hatter? And you really liked that.”
HENRY: “Well, yeah. I should probably wear man cologne more often. You know, because a man likes to smell good.”
*shaking my head. Good gods, how did I land on this planet and with these kids?!? *
So, there you have it. Because honestly I don’t know how to end this ridiculous story about an equally ridiculous conversation. But it made me so happy to see my kids laughing and being utterly serious and silly at the same time. For me, that’s reason enough to take the long way to cologne.