Setting the stage...
[me, sitting at table; Sawyer walks in from kitchen and tells me the following]
I was standing at the spice cabinet, smelling.
I thought to myself- sometimes I think God gave us noses just to be nice.
[makes me wonder what spice he was enjoying]
He says "basil, bay leaves, crushed red pepper, cilantro..."
[Imagine his 9 yr old self standing at our verticle spice cabinet running his nose back and forth across each of the shelves. :-) ]
