I came home from work in time to catch the beginning of the Bean’s last bedtime story. He and Jules were snuggled up amongst the fluffy pillows of the reading area in his room. The Bean gave me a big grin and I curled up next to him.
He turns to me and says, “I smell you.”
“You smell me?” I asked. “Do I smell bad?”
“Yes. You’re like Halle.”
The “Halle” he’s referring to is Halle Tosis, the stinky-breathed dog who’s the hero of one of his books.
As Jules continued reading the story, struggling to suppress her laughter, I silently vowed never again to have garlic in my lunch.