A couple minutes later John said, "Do you smell something?" We'd had broccoli soup for dinner and I thought maybe that's what he was smelling and then he said, "Is that . . . marshmallows kissing??" Then for the next five minutes on and off he'd say things like, "What are those marshmallows doing?! I think I smell some smooching!"
I don't know why that was so funny to me (sleep deprivation?) But I'm putting it here on this blog so I don't forget about it.
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