#16: The bud eats something with a warning about not eating that thing.

I was planning a trip to Target the other day and my husband asked if I could pick up some deodorant for him. If your local Target is the one on the corner of Santa Monica & LaBrea, then you know deodorant is a very important item to not forget when going to Target because:
 1. One must never be without deodorant
 2. Target is an additional stop - it's not part of a normal grocery run (which includes Trader Joe's only)
 3. As much as I LOVE Target, this particular location is kind of a pain in the ass because you have to park in the parking structure and you only get one free hour! Who can get in and out of Target in an hour? That leaves absolutely no time for browsing the $5 movies that I won't purchase or the end-of-the-aisle sale shelves with worthless items that I must see and touch (each and every one).

I wanted to make sure I got the correct flavor of deodorant (we've all made that mistake before) so my husband set out his nearly-gone stick for me on the bathroom counter.

Enter: the bud.

I was finishing getting dressed in the bedroom, then went into the bathroom to grab the deodorant stick. It wasn't there.

I followed the sound of silence to the living room where I found Emmett standing with the deodorant stick in one hand, the cap in the other, and a bewildered and satisfied look on his face as he rolled his tongue around in his mouth.

I went to him, bent down, and smelled his face. OCEAN BREEZE.

I wetted a washcloth and wiped his mouth out as much as possible, trying to get the just-showered-after-football-practice-going-to-meet-my-girlfriend-in-the-parking-lot smell off my baby. (Not that Wayne smells like that, but smelling Ocean Breeze on the bud gave me a flash of him in 15 years and I just wanted to sloooooow that down. Bye bye Ocean Breeze. Come back, baby breath!)