On the way home from meeting her: "baby Whitney smells like candy. And bapy wipes" (sic)
Completely on your own volition, you would smell her head (she was on Keri's lap) then run around the table and whisper into my ear what she smells like. The first time you told me candy, the second time it was "baby wipes."
The quote above was your summary to dad. In all fairness, this was after I prompted you to tell dad what she smells like to you.
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