My absolute favorite thing in the whole wide world is smelling my children's heads. Since the day they were born, I've been a head-smelling junkie. I can almost remember how each of them smelled when they were younger (this post is starting to sound creepy). Zach, probably with all of his colic issues, had a particularly pungent-smelling head - pungent in the best of ways.
The other day, I admitted to Gabe that smelling his head is my favorite thing in the world. Poor bub. He immediately asked, "What about me?" I asked what he meant and he replied, "what do you love more? Me or smelling my head?"
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