We went to an open house this evening. In preparation, Laura sprayed Javier (age 2 and 3 months) with a bit of his perfume, a traditional gift of Los Tres Reyes. Javier came in proudly displaying his arms for me to smell.

"Oooo Javier," I took a good whiff. "That smells great. What perfume is it?"

"Mine," he declared.

Later, as we were settling into the cars to head out, we realized we were missing a certain little slowpoke boy.

"Jaimito, why are you taking so long," I hollered into the house attempting flush him out.

He threw up his hands in exasperation, "I don’t know!"

I haven’t laughed like that in ages. *sniff*