Sarah: (Running to me this morning before she went off to pre-school)  Daaaaaaddddddy!

I bend over and hug my little girl.  It’s a touching moment between father and daughter.

Sarah: (After our brief embrace.)  Daddy, can I smell you?

Me: Sure.

Sarah: (Leaning in, she smells my neck.  Grinning…) Daddy, you smell kind of stinky.

I should have seen it comin’.  I had already brushed my teeth even.