ISOMVILLE: HMMMM

Monday, April 20, 2009

HMMMM

So, we have beautiful weather here today so I walked the kids to school ( plus 1) this morning and then back again to get Hannah this afternoon. Later this evening Hope sat in my lap and said I "smelled like banana leaves"... "prickly banana leaves"... so I asked "oh, is that good?"... and her matter of fact reply was "no mom, it's not".. hmm.. not sure where she has had the opportunity to smell a prickly banana leaf... she is so funny. I guess I'm off to shower! :-)

4 comments:

Elaine said...: Sounds like she has her Bokaw's sense of smell. Well, she'll keep you cleaned up, huh?; April 20, 2009 at 8:18 PM
Brigetta said...: time to buy a fresh stick of deodorant eh? that is too funny- and specifically prickly banana leaves where does that come from?; April 20, 2009 at 8:29 PM
Searching for God in the everyday said...: Love it! What fun conversations you must have in your house! Wish you guys could have joined us at the beach today...; April 20, 2009 at 8:29 PM
Deb said...: I'm thinking that the prickly part may be the state of my legs at the moment.. ugh... and yes, I'd love to be at the beach with you too- as always! :-); April 21, 2009 at 12:29 AM

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