I Stink

I've been doing some weird skin care stuff lately, the oddest probably being that I use hemp oil a lot. I think I'm seeing some improvements but it's too soon for any big reviews. I definitely smell strange shortly after using it though and little kid hates this passionately.

"Stop puttin' at stinky stuff on you's face," he says when he sees me applying it.

"It's good for me and the smell goes away pretty quickly," I tell him.

The other day we were dancing together and God Speed by the Dixie Chicks came on. All moms of boys get emotional when hearing it and I am definitely not immune to that. I cry every.single.time. it comes on and there we were, forehead to forehead, his warm breath on my cheek and his pudgy arms around my neck, his big blue eyes staring into mine, when I said, "This song always makes me think of you and your brother. I hope you and I dance to this song at your wedding when you get married."

My eyes filled up with tears at the thought of that really happening, and the reality that my time with him is more temporary than it seems, when he said," I's never gettin' married, mumum. I stayin' wif you forever."

I answered, "One day you'll meet a beautiful girl and you'll fall in love with her and you'll want to kiss her and love her forever and marry her."

He was quiet for a moment and then said, "I don't think I's gonna find a girl more bootiful than you, mine mumum."

As I completely swooned with the overwhelming joy of such a sweet, sincere moment in life (and feeling very pretty), he added,"Maybe someone 'at smells better though, 'at's for sure. 'Cuz you smell awful, puttin' at stinky stuff on yous all a time."

Ahh, well, I'll take what I can get. I'll concede the title of Best Smelling Girl to someone else, as long as I get to be pretty.