A couple of nights ago as Hayden was climbing into my car beginning the inevitable 20 minute load up process, he exclaimed, (and I quote word-for-word),
“Mmmmmm. Nothing like the smell of fresh warm hot dogs.”
Jeff was there to witness it. It caught us so off guard that we just sat there looking at each other with our eyebrows furrowed, head half tilted as if to say, What? The? Heck?
Fresh Warm Hot Dogs? My car smells like fresh warm hot dogs?
And when I began to ask Hayden what in the world he was talking about, he just sat there and nodded and said he liked it. As if…of course it was a compliment that he thought my car smelled like fresh warm hot dogs.
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