Posts Tagged ‘muffins’

What does fear smell like?  I imagine something comes to mind. Yesterday, the oldest vandal, our son Sam came stumbling from his bedroom.  Sleepy hair stood on end, he yawned and scratched his bum. “Good morning Sam.” I chirped. “Mom,” he yawned. “What’s dat smell I smell wook like?” The smell he smelled looked like blueberry muffins,…