When my son Connor was about two years old, I was holding on my hip like a lot of parents do their children. I was in a state of such happiness as his little arms draped around my neck. I sniffed him, to make him laugh, and said, “You smell like My Connor.” He looked at me and smiled so sweetly and touched my neck and face with his soft hands and said, “You smell like cheese.” LOL. I decided that was a compliment. He liked Cheese.
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