Keeping it real

Theo was very feverish yesterday evening. When he gets ill he becomes extremely loving and I, for one, can do no wrong in his eyes. Last night I was sitting on one end of the couch and Theo was on the other murmuring, "Mom, I love you, I love you sooo much." Then he kind of squirmed around in discomfort and ended up with his nose right by my feet. He made some comment and I said, "Oh Theo, do my feet smell? Should I move them?" "No Mom, they smell like roses..." Eli happened to be walking by right then and he snidely remarked, "Oh please Theo, even if you love someone, you have to admit that their feet will smell every now and then."