Thursday, October 06, 2005

Foggy

Colton and I were sitting on the couch together when he looks at me and says, "Mom, you are getting kind of old."

"Yes honey I am."

He then takes my arm, pulls it up to his face, takes a big sniff and says, "But you smell great!"

I guess that I am not so old that I am rotting.

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