Tuesday, October 18, 2011


Smells Like Shari

On Saturday I took the girls down to the Seattle Center and then to The Old Spaghetti Factory for lunch.

We were sitting in the lobby and Lexie says, “it stinks in here.” It didn’t really stink, it just has that old-building smell.

“Yeah! It stinks in here!” Jo said, much louder.

“All buildings and houses have their own smell. This one just smells old,” smart Rebekah pointed out.

Lexie picked up my arm and buried her nose into the sleeve of my turtleneck.

“There, that smells much better,” she said.

Rebekah followed suit and put her nose against my shoulder on the other side.

Then Jo stood between my legs and nestled her face into my cleavage.

“It smells like Shari,” Lexie said and all girls agreed.

Who cares if we looked like a totally doofus family, sitting in the Speg Fac, with three girls smelling their mom? It was one of the most fulfilling moments of my life.

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