I mentioned a few posts ago that my friend, Mychal, came for a visit. When he hopped into our car, this is the conversation that we had.
Mychal: Hey, it smells like crayons in here! Me: Hmm? Crayons? Mychal: Yea. Why? Oh! It's you! Me: Oh...probably. The hubster says that I smell like crayons and little kids after work. (Everyone laughs.)
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