This is a refrain that was shouted out at my house
when I was a wee lad.
They say behind every stereotype is a kernel of truth,
and that is certainly the case with dads and their
telltale odors, especially of the bathroom variety.
When my father grabbed a newspaper and a cup
of black coffee (no lie) we would head for the hills.
Technically the house would be safe to inhabit once again
after a day or so, but my mother would open all the
windows and call it “safe” after a couple of hours.
I don’t think my maternal unit had a normal working
olfactory system, maybe at one time, before I was born.
This is for Dads everywhere, especially the ones
reading the sports and saying “fairwell” to yesterday’s
spaghetti and meatballs…