I could smell something kind of weird. Kind of almost metallic and sort of damp. I sniffed my husband, my armpits, my couch. Nothing.
Wrote it off as a brain tumour. A short time later, I was feeling all lovey dovey. There’s nothing better than the smell of a newborn, right?
I forgot you’re supposed to wash them.
How can they smell so nasty when they do nothing?