The magnetism of baby smell

Not much going on around here....just watching a baby grow! We did go to my little brother Shane's concert on Saturday....funny story about that...while we were waiting in the foyer to go into the concert, we met a very interesting man. This man had no sense of personal boundaries, and had moseyed into the foyer in search of food. Before going over to get a free doughnut, he saw our baby...and was very excited. The only word he spoke to us was "baby," as he stroked her head and proceeded to put his nose right into her hair to take a big sniff of baby smell....twice. Bryan and I, along with Marlo Mitchell (who was talking to us), exchanged raised eyebrows while we silently wondered how long it would be before this guy gave my baby a big sloppy kiss. So awkward. Luckily, that did not happen. He saw another baby and got distracted. Thank you Lord!

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