Mmm..smells like...?

Tonight as I snuggled between the monkeys in an attempt to get them to sleep, Satchel peered up at me, gave me a winning smile, and said, "Your hair stinks."

I grabbed a hunk of it and pulled it under my nose to get a whiff. "I can't smell anything," I said. "What does it smell like?"

He searched his lexicon for the right word and finally said, "Cheddar."

Cheddar? I briefly wondered if he might be getting a whiff of my armpit, but that didn't make me feel any less nasty.

Jiro, my darling, chimed in and said, "Mommy doesn't smell gross. She smells like Mommy."

Aw.

I can only hope the cheddar smell was from the three bowls of Cheezits that Satchel consumed before bed. (Yes, Warren, he brushed his teeth!)