Kevin came home late the other night and brought McDonald’s for dinner. Leina was asleep for the night and after eating, he watched me sit at the table and fondly smell my hands.

“What in the world are you doing?” he asked as he watched my face break into a goofy grin.

“I’m smelling my hands”, I replied.

“I can see that,” he said, still confused. “Why?”

“Because they smell wonderful. They smell like Leina and french fries. It’s a perfect combination,” I replied with a sigh.

“So, basically, you want to roll our daughter around in a batch of McDonald french fries?” Kevin asked in disbelief.

“Yup. That’s about right.” Kevin just shook his head and began clearing the table leaving me to sit and sniff that magical combination for a few moments longer.