Not quite the perfect crime…
Actual conversation after school yesterday.
Em: Smell me.
Me: Mmm. Cotton candy?
Em: Cherry.
Me: Why do you smell like cherry?
Em: I found some lip balm.
Me: Where?
Em: On the ground.
Me: Oh dear. Did you put it on?
Em: No, it was empty. I threw it in the trash can when we went inside from recess.
Me: …but you still smell like cherry?
Em: Yeah.
Hmmm… Was I wrong to be suspicious?…
Hmmm, indeed! Noooo, there’s nothing suspicious about that at all.
Perhaps she put it on like perfume instead of on her lips. Or stuck a finger down inside the mostly-empty container. (I would have at that age.)
I’d like to think so… but she made me smell her face. I still have my suspicions.