Saturday, January 17, 2009

The Smell

My nose is haunted.
For days now I draw near to the kids toy room and I smell it. It's a rotting food smell. Banana? Curdled milk? Worse? "Have you guys hidden a snack somewhere in here?" They look innocent/clueless. If I didn't know better I would say we had a lump of blue cheese sitting on the window sill, but we are not in the habit of storing our cheese that way.
Aidan and I have moved the couches, scoured the toy room, crawled on our hands and knees sniffing the textiles. No success. The smell is ever-present, but apparently sourceless.
In my state of heightened nasal sensitivity, I am suffering this very cruel affliction with little grace.