Yesterday when I was getting dressed and ready for the day, I spritzed myself with my daily dose of perfume. Gabe was in the bathroom with me, and he asked me "what that smell was." I told him that it was my perfume, and he said that he didn't like it. Oh well.
This morning, Gabe was ready for the perfume. I started brushing my hair, and he asked, "what's that smell mom?" I knew he was anticipating the perfume. I told him there wasn't a smell, yet. I put on my deodorant and the boy asked again, "what's that smell, mom?" I told him there wasn't a smell, yet. Then, I got out my perfume, spritzed, and he asked, "what's that smell, mom?" And I told him that he knew what it was - that it was my perfume; to which he responded, "I don't like it. I'm going to move over here (as far away from me as he could get in the bathroom) and smell-proof myself." Smell-proof myself? Where did he come up with that one??
Cheeky little bugger! Mom and I are here laughing at him. Little drama king.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe he used that phrase - that kid is a genius. Reminds me of him wanting me to make my hair curly when it's straight or deeming it "too hairy" when he doesn't like it. Let's hope he's not this honest when he eventually starts dating.
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