On Corndogs and Water


When we first moved into our house in the foothills of the Himalayas we didn’t have any running water for a couple of weeks.  As you can imagine that made doing the daily things that we so often take for granted a little challenging.  Things like washing clothes and bathing were becoming very infrequent luxuries.  So one day, about half-way through our two-week-long ordeal, my then three-year-old son came up to me and said, “Mommy, you smell good.”  My heart swelled thinking I smelled like a sweet petunia or peony blossom, until he went on, “you smell like a corndog.”  Take that pride! 🙂


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