Pristine came back sweaty and stinky from school after an activity and I greeted her at the front door with kisses and hugs, like I’ve not seen her in 50 years.
Pristine: “Wait, wait, mama! I’m stinky!”
Me: “Well I don’t care if you’re stinky, I still love you, stinky or not!”
And I continue wrestling her while she wriggles her way out to the bathroom. That night we talked.
Pristine: “Mama, am I still stinky?”
Me: (inhaling the smell of her hair) “No, you smell so nice, not stinky at all.”
Pristine: “Ma, can you promise me you won’t kiss and hug me when I’m stinky? It’s yucky.”
Me: “Oh no, even if you’re the stinkiest girl in the world, I will still kiss you, hug you and love you forever! Do you know that?”
Pristine: “Uhm…I don’t know…I don’t know if I am the stinkiest girl in the world!”