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... :(