The other day my son came to me and asked "What's dat smell, mummy?"
Which was actually a very good question.
You see....sometimes a mummy will start doing laundry but gets side-tracked by other things like scraping dried toothpaste out of bathroom sinks, emptying the green bin before the fruit flies take over, and cooking food because children like to eat every. single. day.
Sometimes more than once.
And then the mummy will forget about the laundry and will only remember there is a wet load in the washing machine the next day. By that time the laundry has taken on a funky, slightly moldy, wet dog that has run through a stagnant swamp sort of smell. But instead of admitting it smells and re-washing the laundry, she will throw it in the dryer with an extra dryer sheet to try to cover up the smell.
Only that never really works so now the laundry smells like a moldy, wet dog that ran through a stagnant swamp topped with the gentle outdoor fresh/spring fresh/fresh lavendar scent which she was hoping would mask the aforementioned funky smell. And even though she knows this new smell will transfer to the clean-smelling clothes currently in your drawers, the ones she was able to launder in a respectable amount of time when she wasn't domestically challenged, she puts them in anyway and yes, in fact, the smell does transfer which leads you to ask me "What dat mell Mummy?" three seconds after getting dressed this morning.
In answer to your question...
Dat smell is you.
I hope it doesn't hinder your ability to make friends.
Also? Give me back my pens.
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