Name That Smell
Not today, but recently Josh and I were on our way to the store. Taking the same route as we had countless times before. He's rambling endlessly, as usual and asks me ...
"Do you smell that, Mom?" I hear him sniff.
"Smell what?" I ask very curiously! I genuinely didn't smell anything!
"I smell hippos." He replies. He was TOTALLY serious! No giggling or playing around.
"Nope, I don't. What does it smell like?" It was all I could to hold back the laughter as I asked.
He sighs. "Like hippos! You know, like dirty water with grass in it!?!"
What a good memory he has. The Hippoquarium, as they call it at the Toledo Zoo is really neat. And it is, in fact, dirty water with grass and hippos in it. LOL!
"Do you smell that, Mom?" I hear him sniff.
"Smell what?" I ask very curiously! I genuinely didn't smell anything!
"I smell hippos." He replies. He was TOTALLY serious! No giggling or playing around.
"Nope, I don't. What does it smell like?" It was all I could to hold back the laughter as I asked.
He sighs. "Like hippos! You know, like dirty water with grass in it!?!"
What a good memory he has. The Hippoquarium, as they call it at the Toledo Zoo is really neat. And it is, in fact, dirty water with grass and hippos in it. LOL!


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