Most people that know me know that I am pretty honest. Sometimes brutally. Sometimes gently. But all times honest.
I was sick a few days earlier this week. I spent most of Sunday on the couch sweating and sleeping (as well as not showering). Aron decided to take the kids to my Mom and Dad's house. He told the kids to give me a hug and say goodbye. Ella gave me a hug (but I didn't feel much oomph in it) and walked on. Luke started to give me a hug, stopped, and told Aron "I don't want to give her a hug. She smells weird."
Me thinks that apple didn't fall too far from this tree.