We were eating dinner last night when my eight-year-old son stopped, covered his nose with his hand, and pressed it against his head.
I looked at that kid. "Bubba, what are you doing?"
"Trying to smell the inside of my head."
Okay. "So, how does the inside of your head smell?" I asked.
"It smells like oranges."
My husband laughed. "No, Bubba. I think it smells like hamburgers because you're a meat head!"
Then my daughter put her two cents in. "No. I think it smells like rocks. Because you have rocks in your head!"
Bubba giggled. "Mama, what does your head smell like?"
"I don't know, Bubba. I've never sniffed my head."
"Let me sniff, Mama."
I sat there patiently while he put his little nose by my head and sniffed. "It smells like shampoo... And music notes... And books."
Oh. Well, I guess that's not a bad thing, is it? I have to wonder though, how music notes and books smell. I hope not too musty!