The Smell of Sadness

Logan lost his stuffed Butch (Go Cougs!) and was sobbing in his bed.  My wife and I were tearing our hair out and the room apart trying to find him.  Ashley climbed up the side of the bunk, wrinkled her nose and leaned over Logan's bed to smell a pile of blankets.

"It smells in here," she declared, a disgusted look on her face.

Logan was not that easily distracted.

"Does it smell like tears?" came a plaintive sob.

- 22 April 2015