The conversation between Drew and me this morning, when he brought Rachel into the bathroom to watch Mommy blow-dry her hair (Keep in mind while reading this that we have not one, not two, but THREE university degrees between us. Plus one fellowship):
Lisa (putting her nose next to Rachel's neck and breathing her in): Oh, she smells like baby! I love that smell!
Drew: Actually, she smells like a mixture of baby and urine.
Lisa: Yeah, when you walk into her room, it smells faintly of poop.
Drew: Like a subway station!
Lisa: A gently used one.
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