Oink

Last night as I was cuddling with my daughter at bedtime, this was the conversation:

Anya: Why are you smelling me, Mama?
Me: Because you smell so yummy and delicious, I just want to eat you up.
Anya: Sniff sniff sniff (smelling my cheek)...
Me: What do I smell like?
Anya: (pause) Dirt. And sand, and fish and sugar.

Happy Mother's Day!