Every Thursday night, the men of our church play softball, and their friends, families, and BABIES come to watch them play. Nothing smells quite as good as a young baby. Tonight there were three babies under the age of 3 months in attendance, and each one smelled delicious. Absolutely delicious.
I found out after the game that our men won (actually 10 run ruled the other team), but I was too busy talking, holding babies, and smelling babies to keep up with the actual game. I do have my priorities.