Silly [in a weird way] J,
You, me, and Dada are sitting on the couch. I hear Dada say, "J, why are you smelling me?" You kind of just giggle. "I want to smell your shirt." Simple enough. I ask why you haven't smelled me. As you turn to sniff me, I lifted my arm. Your face lands in my armpit as you take a big whiff. "MMMMMMM. That smells delicious!" You, my friend, are weird. This whole sniffing thing is something you do regularly. You have to smell baby D every night after giving him a kiss on the forehead. Apparently he smells delicious, too.
Love,
Mommy
