That’s the flavor of the mini kids’ toothpastes that you keep trotting into our bathroom for us to use. Somehow, I don’t know if it was a health fair or a spring festival around the metro Atlanta area, but you came into like a case of trial size kiddie Spongebob toothpastes. When I leaned over to kiss you goodnight last night, I almost laughed because you smelled a little like 1983, the highpoint of my Bubble Yum infatuation.
Thanks (a) for saving a few bucks by raiding some poor pediatric dentist’s display booth at whatever festival and (b) for keeping us young.
I love you.