Aint' Nothin' But A Hound Dog?
Logan is very in tune with his sense of smell. He often identifies things and who they belong/ed to, simply by smelling them. Several months after we moved to Springfield (Logan was not quite 3 when we moved away from Cincinnati) John had met someone at Starbucks for a meeting. When John came home, Logan ran over to give him a hug and exclaimed, "Daddy, you smell like our church in Cincinnati!" We didn't know how many memories he had from our time in Cincinnati, but evidently he remembered the smell of the coffee house.
Since then, we often receive hand-me-down clothes from generous people at church. When we get them, Logan will often take one and smell it, then say, this is from "Ben and Jack", or this is from, "Noah and Jonah."
Last week, when the van battery was dead, I had to pick up the boys in our neighbors van from school. As we approached a different van, Logan begain asking, "Who's van is this?" Then he climbed in, turned around and said, "Luke, this is Erin's van. This is Erin's van." When I asked him how he knew, he said, "I smelled it!"