Sunday, July 12, 2015

A rose is a rose is a rose

Hen, takes a whiff as we cuddle: Mama, smell your armpits.

Me, after sniffing both pits: Smells good.

Hen: I know. It smells like flowers.

Me: It does smell like flowers.

Hen: What? Are you rubbing your armpits with flowers all day long?

Me: Yep.


Thanks, Dove deodorant. My pits do smell good.

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