As we sat down to read stories tonight, 4 1/2 year-old C made an awful face and said “P-U Mommy, your breath really stinks!” I laughed and said, “Okay, C, I’ll take care of it. I’ll be right back.” I headed to the kitchen and, after considering my options, decided on a brownie. I suppose that I could have chosen a carrot or an apple, but if the poor boy has to smell my breath all throughout story time, it’s only fair that he would smell the best, right? I thought so, too 🙂