My oldest grandson was visiting last weekend. I went into the living room, fresh from a shower, hair still wet. He noticed as he comes to sit beside me on the couch and gave me a “Good morning” hug.
“Your hair smells nice, Gamma,” he remarked.
“Ah, it’s the shampoo,” I smiled as I hugged him back.
He nodded wisely for his whole six years of age.
“Shamu” he repeated.
Not the same thing. I am still giggling about that.
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