Boys stink.

Not literally. Well, sometimes literally, but… you probably know what I mean.

I love boys. 

Go figure.

I especially love my very own stinky beautiful boy who has been home this past week for the Thanksgiving holiday. Sadly, and rather pathetically,  I pretty much reverted back to treating him as if he were a five-year-old. 

Even though I mostly saw him in the form of a blur. 

A stinky blur, but a most…