The Ronald and I stopped by to see some of our grand-kiddos early yesterday evening. They wanted to show off their Halloween costumes before they went out Trick-or-Treating.
One of the youngest guys gave me lots of attention and hugs, which I of course accepted with glee, and gave back to him in return. As I leaned down toward his cute crew cut hair, I inhaled a lovely smelling shampoo.
I told him how wonderful his hair smelled and asked what kind of shampoo did his mom use on it? Since he's a little guy, I couldn't quite understand him the first time, and I thought he said, "Cake shampoo!"
So, I teased him a little and said, "Cake shampoo?? Your mom uses cake shampoo on your hair??" And he just fell over giggling. I said, "Oh, it's not called that? Please tell me again what you said."
Still giggling, he managed to look back up at me and said, "Pink shampoo!"
"Oh, pink shampoo," I said as I laughed along with him.
Cake, Pink....they both sounded a lot alike coming from his angelic little mouth.
I think that'll be one of those little stories I remember for a long time, and maybe, hopefully he will, too.