Picture this (only because I don't have one, and it would have been sight):
Grace is in her pajamas, with a reindeer barrette in her hair (don't ask), my baseball hat on her head, her dress-up princess kitten heels on her feet. We are in my bathroom, while I am having the daily pleasure of no privacy while I get ready. I am kneeling down at her level trying to have a serious talk when she runs into the closet.
Grace: "Ewww! It stinks!"
Me: "What stinks?"
Grace: "Your breathing!"
Me: "You mean my coffee breath?"
Grace: (holding her nose) "Yes!"
I humbly give you this glimpse into our un-romantic lives as retribution for when I was about her age. There is a well told story in my family of me holding my nose the whole time while my Gram read me books, also affronted by the smell of coffee breath in the morning.
Apparently no one has invented the odorless cup of coffee for adults yet. Proctor and Gamble, I give you this challenge. Meanwhile, excuse me while I go get a breath mint. :)
4 comments:
I needed that laugh today. Thank you Grace. Also, am glad that you are not "protesting" blogging. Your Dad got a good laugh at that one from Erik via Grace. What a big word for her to remember.
I well rmember the humiliation of holding the nose while I was trying to read a story in bed in the early morning hours. Could have been worse--- Dorothy's grandaughter stuffed kleenex in her nose. :-)Love Gram
Hilarious! Nothin' like the honesty of kiddos!
p.s. I miss you!
I agree from my own experiences and I too are awaiting the same words. :)
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