Friday, October 15, 2010
Deep Breath
Bob and I got out of the car at the park. Bob took off in a run down the hill and then stopped abruptly.
"Mom, what's that smell?"
"I don't know, Bud. I don't smell anything."
"I do. It smells like nature."
"Bob? I have to hug you immediately."
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Awwww! That Bob is one smart cookie!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for making me smile on what is quite a dull Friday morning in the UK. Well done Bob!
ReplyDeleteYou're Bob rocks.
ReplyDeleteFavorite part is you hugging him immediately. Love this blog.
ReplyDeleteHe's adorable. Luckily he encountered a nature smell that didn't involve decomposition.
ReplyDeleteYou are so very living the dream, Bob's mom.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if Bob Rosenberg would like the smell of the chicken house. I hope so.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I would hug him, even if he didn't.
ReplyDeleteLol!! Soo-o cute! Bob is an Amazing little boy!! :)
ReplyDeleteYay for good smells. We need more good smells around here:)
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling.
ReplyDeleteI know that smell too! It is the best of the all...a forest, a field...morning nature..Your son says such endearing things and sometimes just plan out silly too!
ReplyDeleteHe's just awesome.
ReplyDeleteKids are so great.
ReplyDeleteBob is winning against humanity, he just sees things noone sees.
ReplyDeleteLove the kid.
Oh, good. Relief. For a moment there, I thought he was going to say it "smells like victory" but I forgot. Bob isn't Lt. Kilgore.
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