Popsicles: Great Things
December 1, 2010 § 1 Comment
Last night, right after I turned off the lamp, I rolled over and kissed Ryan goodnight. His face smelled like fruit.
I said, “You smell so good! What is that?”
He said, “Great things.”
Turns out the fruit smell was his Popsicle breath. (He’s been eating them for his sore throat.)