Smell This

In my house there are three cats, a dog, assorted fish, a guinea pig, two kids, and a husband. There are always smells to be identified and defeated. Unfortunately, many of those smells come from Gabe. You see, he claims he is a super hero, Fart Boy to be exact. Of course there are the powers that come from his bottom but also, his enhanced powers that his daddy helps him develop by giving him garlic bologna. His bad breath power keeps the girls away which in Gabe’s eyes is the best power ever. So, as you can imagine, the story I am about to tell you could have gone several different ways.

This morning Fart Boy was in my bathroom and I was in my bedroom putting on my makeup. He opened the door and came running out to me. He said, “Momma, I just pooped in there. Smell my hands.” He then shoved his hands toward my face. I recoiled with the instincts of a cat and asked, “Did you wash your hands?” He looked at his hands and said, “Oh” and ran back into the bathroom.

Thankfully, when I mentioned the hand washing he realized that after he had washed his hands, he hadn’t dried them. He ran to the bathroom to do that and then return and said, “I washed them. Smell them. I did it all by myself.” He was so proud of himself and I was so thankful! His little hands smelled like yummy raspberry soap. All was good in the Schrec house.