Me: “I have a present for you! Close your eyes and hold out your hands!”
The bottle gets plopped into his awaiting hands.
Me: “Open your eyes!”
Him: “Yaaaaaaaay!”
He inspects the bottle, and then looks at me.
Him: “Seriously, is this really for me?”
Me: “Yup.”
Him: “Thank yoooooou! I am going to smell…AWESOME.”
©2010 Suburban Scrawl
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You know now the chicks are going to make jokes about his cinna-buns? It had to be said.
That is a far stretch from my nephews' smell of Axe.
So I forgot to click over yesterday to vote, but this is what I was going to vote for. Mainly b/c imagining him saying he smells like buns makes me smile. 🙂
That's a great choice! I'm glad he agreed! Chica's watch out!