Sometimes when we go out with friends or to church or something like that, Emmett will be held by people other than Wayne or me. Emmett is quite the charmer so he loves this, we love this, and all who get to squeeze his little old man belly LOVE this. It's a real win-win-win - he gets to woo people, we get to socialize, and the world gets to gaze at those dreamy blue eyes of his (and smell his breath, if they're smart).
When we get him back from one of these excursions he usually picks up the perfume of at least one person. It's similar (but possibly more off-putting) than smelling another lady's fragrance wafting from my husband's jacket. It's weird to smell another woman's (or man's) fragrance on my tiny person. MY person. Like - what you be doin', child? Who you been with? As if he was sneaking off behind my back to get snuggles from someone else.
Spotlight: projecting irrational thoughts onto my innocent baby! Sorry, bud. Send me the bill for your counselor.
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