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n agent showed our home the other day to some prospective buyers. When we asked what they thought he said, “Well, they said the home had a peculiar odor.”
“Odor?”
“Yes, odor.” I could tell he was being evasive.
“What kind of odor?” I asked.
He hesitated.
I waited.
“Well,” he said, and cleared his throat, “they said that it smelled like . . . children lived in the home.”
“Children?”
“Yes, children.”
“Hmm, I see,” I said. “But did you mention that the children do not come with the home?”
For more humorous stories about family read Bil Lepp's Muddling Through: Perspectives on Parenting.