The Mom Nose

Sometimes I wish I didn't have such a "mom nose." You would think that years of exposure to the noxious fumes that children produce would result in a dulling of the senses; a higher tolerance, so to speak. But no. I'm not saying that I'm a master of wine or anything, but I can smell a poopy diaper, slightly mildewed swim trunks, or underwear that's been worn three days in a row from a mile away. Sometimes this superpower is kind of a burden, to be honest. Like today.

Why does my toothbrush
suddenly taste like suntan lotion?
And why does the Kleenex box
smell like kettle corn?
Why this bionic sense of taste and smell?
I'm beginning to feel like a dog.