Me: Goodnight, sweetness. I love you.
La: Eiiiiwwww.
Me: What?
La: What do you smell like?
Me: I dunno.
La: It's ICKY.
Me: Well, I had some garlic today. (About seven cloves worth, but who's counting?)
La: Gross. You smell like yucky mexican food.
Me: It's probably just my hands. I had to chop up a bunch of garlic today.
La: No. It is not just your hands. It's your breath too.
Me: Allow me to breathe on you some more.
La: GET. AWAY.
Me: Just go to sleep.
La: I can't. (long pause while she scooches down to the foot of the bed) Because you're stinky.
Me: I love it when you shower me with compliments.
La: You're gross.
Me: Thank you.
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As Aunt M used to say to Grandma Lin, You've got breathes...
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