Visiting the family, Volume I

I took a much-needed escape from the big city to go upstate and visit the family units. First stop was Saratoga Springs, chez Daddy Cavefish. It was a short visit, but I had a splendid time. Lex, my 9-month old nephew, holds the distinction as being the only baby I have ever liked. So damn cute, that one. I also got some good quality time in with the 12-year old Little Brother, who is exhausting and strange and hilarious. He told me a story about a visit with his psychologist, and it went a little something like this.

Background of the story: Little Brother is obsessed with smells. He thinks every smell, bad or good, is emanating from his person, and will delve into a thorough investigation until he finds the one true source.

Little Brother's shrink suggested they take a walk (I'm assuming because he can't sit still for longer than 10 seconds). As they were walking, Little Brother smelled something positively delicious. After discerning that the smell did not come from him, he leaned over and sniffed the shrink.

Shrink: What are you doing?

Little Brother: Uh, smelling you.

Shrink: Why?

Little Brother: Because you smell good!

Shrink: It's not appropriate for you to be smelling me.

Little Brother: Uh, okay. I'll stop.