Do you know what you shouldn’t feed a toddler? Croutons. Extra garlic croutons. Unless you like that brand of stink.
Monday at lunch Eirinn spied the bag of croutons on the counter at my mom’s. They were unopened because no one wanted to eat them. No one, that is, except Eirinn. Those croutons were all she wanted to eat for lunch. And, being spoiled rotten, she got them and ate them all.
That was Monday and today is Wednesday and she still reeks. The garlic spreads throughout her body and seeps out of her pores like sweat. Stinky, pungent sweat. Sweat that makes me want to heave my non-crouton lunch all over the floor. Which is really sad because when Eirinn wants a kiss, I distract her with something else (Is that Dora at the door?) so I don’t have to bring my nose that close to her mouth.
This can’t last forever. I’m sure it will dissipate soon. Please, Lordy, make it dissipate soon.
This is one of those stories I’m going to tell when we meet her first boyfriend.