My Dad is Smellier Than Your Dad!

You don't have to know my husband well to know how scruffy, or disorganised he is. But I love him! Of course there are times when I want to strangle him. But thats normal, right? I guess, when you love someone, you learn to accept everything about them: from their bad breath in the morning, to their farts in the lift, when  you're the only other person there, or their burping in the car. But all this smelly business seems to be too much for my two-year-old.

The other day, Da Da tried to play camping with Matty in bed. But when Da Da tried to pull the blanket over their heads, Matty refused, and pulled the blanket away. He frowned, and said his dad was smelly!

Not willing to accept the truth, my hubby tried to play with Matty under the blanket again in the afternoon. He was rejected again!


Me:                  "Matty, whats wrong?"




Matty:              "臭臭!" (Smelly!)




Me:                 "What is 臭臭?"




Matty:              "Da Da!"




Me:                 "Where is 臭臭? Da Da's mouth, or head?"




[Pause]




Matty:             "I smell.... something."


With that response, my hubby quickly went to take a shower. He let Matty smell his head afterwards and asked him if he smelled nice. Finally, Matty said "yes", and Da Da was happy again.