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What’s That Smell?

From the depths of sweet slumber I felt a tap, tap, tap on my shoulder.  Turning over and blinking my eyes, Sydney’s face came into focus.  She had a bad dream.  I looked at the clock.  Not quite 4am.


Rolling out of bed (my warm and cozy little nest), I took Sydney’s hand and, in a state of drowsiness, quietly escorted her back to her room.  Covers were arranged, water was administered and a short (but to the point) prayer was prayed.  I leaned over to give her a kiss. 


Sydney paused.


“Mommy, what’s that smell?


“What smell?”




“What smell?”


Again, silence and Sydney’s eyes peering into mine.


“Oh.  Is it my breath?”




“I’m sorry.”


“It’s okay Mommy.  I love you.”


“I love you too.” 


(But that’s what you get, kiddo, for waking Mommy up in the wee hours of the morning from a deep, coma-like sleep.)


And we all returned to dreamland…happily ever after.

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2 Responses to “What’s That Smell?”

  1. sister sheri says:

    Too funny! Been there!

  2. Amy Andrews says:

    Love it! Kids are the best. :)

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