Various & sundry musings...

On any normal day, I find myself zooming around town, in a car dirtier & messier than I'd like, and depending on the time, there's a good chance that mini-me is in the back seat. He's usually talking about this & that. Fer instance, this morning, he was musing that "Pluto used to be a planet, but now it's just a moon." Me: "Really? Did you learn that at Montessori?" Noah: "No, Grandma. Grandma knows everything." Me: "Yes, yes she does."

But then, every once in awhile, I guess his little tootsies get hot, and he takes his shoes off. Mind you, I know when this happens, even if I haven't turned around to peek at his cute little toes. I have no clue when he went from a sweet-smelling baby to a little boy with feet that smell like old french fries. Believe me, for a while, I was searching under the seats, between the seats, for the offending tater, convinced it was there. But no, it was simply our little boy's feet.

I guess the smells only get worse from here.

But speaking of smells, tonight I had the most wonderful compliment paid to me by Sir Stinky Feet himself--
Noah: "Mommy, what do you smell like?"
Me: "I don't know. What do I smell like?"
Noah: "You smell like the special kisses you give me, Mommy."

*Sigh*

I still snuffle his feet every chance I get, stinky fry smell or not!