Sometimes I wish I didn't have such a "mom nose." You would think that years of exposure to the noxious fumes that children produce would result in a dulling of the senses; a higher tolerance, so to speak. But no. I'm not saying that I'm a master of wine or anything, but I can smell a poopy diaper, slightly mildewed swim trunks, or underwear that's been worn three days in a row from a mile away. Sometimes this superpower is kind of a burden, to be honest. Like today.
suddenly taste like suntan lotion?
And why does the Kleenex box
smell like kettle corn?
Why this bionic sense of taste and smell?
I'm beginning to feel like a dog.
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