were over this evening.
We were all sitting around the table, having just finished dinner and Jonah crawled up into my lap. He was snuggling as close to me as he could, with his little nose buried in my neck just sniffing and sniffing away. Knowing I had perfume on, I asked him what I smelled like, you know expecting something about my perfume.
His answer, "An old gramma."
I restrained myself, I did not knock him off of my lap to the floor, in fact I hugged him a little tighter so he could not see me laugh.
So, if you ever smell something that reminds you of an 'old gramma' look around, I may be standing near by.