Hmm, the wonderful baby smell of my Son, never ever got enough of sniffing him whenever I had the chance. That exhilarating medley of sweet, fresh vanilla and powdery scent......hmmm. Only parents will understand, non-parents might mistaken this description for a slice of delicious cake!
Just a sec! That was years ago that Son smelt like that but I refuse to let that smell leave the back recess of my mind. For a mom, it was like yesterday, sigh......
It's not that now Son is devoid of olfactory property, trust me, he hasn't, instead he now has THE SMELL!
When he first detected a queer odour emitting from his body, he was testy and overly conscious that people within a radius of 100m would faint from the pong! It doesn't help that Son's active in games which causes him to sweat more than usual. I have had to take several big breaths then hold my nose when handling his soiled, putrid clothes. Eww!
He religiously cleans his body more frequently than required and changes his attire at the slightest hint of THAT SMELL. He was paranoid!! Son has always been the super hygienic one in the family.
All the paranoia got the better of him and one day he marched himself to the pharmacy and gotten himself a bottle of deo roll and deodorant soap, at a random selection, not bothering with the deodorant ingredients. He used them before leaving for football practice. When he returned, hot and sweaty, he has this grin plastered on his face like a Cheshire cat's. He discovered he doesn't smell like rotten cheese. He claimed to have found the best deodorant.
With the initial success, he now double dose the deodorants on every nook and cranny of his body. Whenever he passes, there is this nauseating, stomach turning, penetrating fruity smell which lingers on and doesn't seem to go away even after Son's left the room. Ughh.....!!
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