sniff…bread? or flowers?
We left the house this morning to run a few errands.
There was a strange (almost sweet) smell in the air.
William says, “What’s that smell?”
I said, “hmmm, I’m not sure buddy…what does it smell like to you?”
William responds, “It smells like bread.”
“Bread? I don’t think it smells like bread.” I then look over at our neighbor’s yard in which the flowers there are really coming out all nice and beautiful. “I think it smells like flowers. See all those flowers over in our neighbor’s yard?”
“It smells like bread daddy,” William responds.
It looks like we were both wrong. Really wrong!
