My brother has two little girls. He loves to tell stories about his daughters. Some of his favorites are when his daughters are sleeping with him and his wife. He said that the girls are pretty mobile sleepers, and that it wasn’t unusual for him to wake up in the morning with a hand or a swatch of hair across his face. But one particular Saturday morning indeed takes the cake.
He said he was awoken by a horribly foul stench. He was still mostly asleep, so his brain couldn’t quite grasp the source of the smell, but it was definitely close. As he slowly swam back into consciousness, he became acutely aware of a pressure on his face. He opened his eyes to find his younger daughter’s foot lying on his face, perched just below his nose.
