The younger boy and I were leaving the house to go…somewhere*. I was in the driver’s seat already, putting my seatbelt on, when he opened up the passenger door and climbed in.
“Woo!” he said, running his hand through his hair. “SOMEONE smells freshly baked and right out of the oven. Oh wait! It’s me!”
I looked at him quizzically, and said, “Huh?”
He grinned. “I used your Oatmeal Raisin shower gel.”
*I can’t remember, and it’s not an important part of my story.
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