Dear Lily June,
As we near October, please tell me, daughter–when will I stop smelling phantom poos in your very empty diaper?
Love, Your Haunted Nostril Mother
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This whiff brought to you by Linda G. Hill’s #1LinerWeds.

Picture Credits:
- By creator:Fross81 – Own work, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=13284666
This spectre occasionally graces our nasal passages too…😊
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Hahaha! The ghosts of uncontrollable farts.
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So funny. Mothers senses seem to heighten in all ways!
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great post
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Too cute.
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Thanks, Corrie. Wishing you and yours a bounty of blessings this holiday season.
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