Smells like teen spirit?

Last night, Niranjana was dancing around to Imagination Movers and avoiding bedtime (imagine that). Andy and I decided to skip the bath. Then she wanted a bath, but it was too late and whining was about to ensue.

Our technique in this situation is to smell her neck/hair/hand (whatever she offers) and declare that either she is “stinky” (if we want her to take a bath) or that she smells like a flower, sunshine, strawberries, chocolate, whatever — something good so we can say she does NOT need a bath.

Last night, I smelled her and said “You smell like fun, you don’t need a bath.”

Niranjana reached for me, smelled my neck and said “You smell like a boring day.”

I laughed and laughed. Now I know the aroma of adulthood.