I was cuddling with my Buggster in bed this morning. He whispered to me that he didn't like my morning breath right by his face, so, chuckling, I turned to face the ceiling. Buddha Boy was hopping around the bed, chattering away at us. I interrupted him to ask why he had come running into my room early this morning, frantically demanding to know what it was I had called out (I hadn't made a peep). He couldn't remember doing this and started to get upset about the fact that he is currently the only one in the family that we know sleep walks.
Buddha: "Why am I the only one who sleep walks?!"
Bugga: "I'll sleep walk with you, Buddha."
Me, cuddling my little guy closer to me, kissing him, and speaking into his ear: "Awwww, what a sweet brother you are!"
Bugga: "Uh, Mom? Remember what I said."
Apparently I've passed along my sensitive olfactory system. I hate morning breath, too.