Last night, as I was tucking Anna in, I told her I was so happy that she was my daughter. She told ME she was so happy that I was her mommy. Then I gave her a hug and a kiss. Sweet times.
That's when she said she wanted to smell my cheek. So she did. And proceeded to say,
You kinda smell like a vacuum cleaner. While it's running.
Wow. What more can I say? Kevin assured me that I did NOT smell like our vacuum, but regardless, there is someone out there who thinks I did. So I guess if the next time you see me you're suddenly inspired to clean your floors, you'll know why.