Luke (to mom as she was tucking him in one night):
Mom... come closer.
Sniff.
I want to smell you.
Sniff. Sniff.
Mom...
(what? she asks, feeling loved and adored)
Mom... you smell like asparagus.
You really smell like asparagus.
Saturday, 21 June 2008
Unintended Insult
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