The Mom "Stink" I've gotta admit, I love the smell of chlorine bleach in my freshly washed laundry basket of whites. I do a face plant into my towels and sniff away. We've all got our quirks. And mine is inhaling the whites. So with quirky parents come the quirky kids. A few months ago, I witnessed my teen daughter indulging in an olfactory love fest....with my pillow! Hooah! Read More... "What are you doing?", I questioned. "Mommy, I love your smell". Okay... I guess I know that infants can identify their moms through their keen sense of smell, and take pleasure and comfort. Why not a teenager? "Well, what do I smell like?" "Fragrance? B.O.? Drool?" I don't know. What scent does my pillow capture? Especially when the sheets were not exactly fresh. So I took a whiff. Hmmm, nothing exciting here. Last week, with the drastic change in weather, I was forced to break out the fall and winter wardrobe. I change out my dr