Thursday, June 28, 2012
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Monday, June 18, 2012
Poor Hazel
The other day I handed my youngest daughter, Hazel, to a nursery worker |
Hazel gave a look to the caretaker that I had never seen her give before. A look you don't expect to see from a 1 year old. |
At first I didn't think much of it. Maybe she's just a really judgmental kid. |
Then it hit me |
(Expensive flashback effect) |
As I was about to hand Hazel over I caught a whiff of something foul |
Boom. there it was. A startlingly offensive case of halitosis. |
It was like what I imagine a zombie would smell like if it had just eaten a gang of hobos. |
And poor Hazel was at ground zero. |
So as soon as I could I raced back to snatch her from an untimely (and stinky) fate |
Thankfully she was okay. Mostly. |
But I have a funny suspicion she's holding a grudge... :( |
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