The All Important Snack

I have caught a cold.  I cannot smell anything.  Having a stuffy nose always makes me a bit paranoid that I smell or parts of my house smell unbeknownst to me.

In the late afternoon I’m sitting on the steps in the foyer.

Mr. SP:  (standing right in front of me)  Mom, did you remember to take a shower today?

Me:  Why yes.  And why do you ask?

Mr. SP:  Well, you smell kind of bad.

Me:  Really?

Mr. SP:  Yeah.  You kind of smell like a dead chipmunk.

A few minutes later The Banana comes down the stairs and gives me an enormous hug.

The Banana:  Mom, I really love you a lot.

Me:  Do I smell funny?

The Banana:  No.  You don’t smell funny at all.

Me:  Your brother says I smell really bad.

The Banana:  (sniff.  sniff).  Oh no, Mama.  You smell wonderful.

Me:  Really?

The Banana:  Oh yes.  I love the way you smell.  Now, can I have a snack?  (spoken with a gleam in her eye).

So, I’m not sure whether I really did smell bad (probably like Squirmy’s spit up) , or whether people just put up with me because I give them snacks.  I wasn’t brave enough to ask the last child who could speak.