The other morning I came down stairs after taking my shower and doing my hair and make up. Zachary came in the room and said
"Ahhhhh that smell!! I love that smell. It smells like home now."
I thought for a minute. That did not make sense. I had no bread baking. No candle burning. No smell really to speak of.
I asked him "What smell is that Zachary? I don't smell anything."
He replied, "It's the smell of Mom."
What would I do without that kid????