Zach must be bored today because he's been hanging around me a lot. I'm typing on my comfy chair in the bedroom and he sits on the floor beside me and leans towards me...
Zach: You have a smell...
Oh great. Here we go...
Zach: It's kinda smokey. Like a campfire.
Me: Hummm... maybe it was the steakhouse dad and I went to last night. It's probably still in my hair.
Zach: But it is kinda mixed with the perfume you always wear.
Me: Oh. Hummm...
Zach: I like it. You smell good. I like the way you smell.
Zach: It's comforting.