Hair products: My toddler's 'X'

So if you were to bump into us, say, in the grocery store, my 2-year-old son would lean toward you, beaming, arms reaching.

Oh, how sweet, you might think (if his hands were clean). That little boy wants to give me a hug.

But no. The E-man would rest his head on your shoulder and then gently clutch a handful of your hair.

And inhale.

Deeply.

My son is a hair-sniffer. Dogs and their butt-sniffing have nothing on this kid. I can't tell you how many times I've pried him off of daycare teachers, unsuspecting co-workers or perfect strangers.

And each time, I am reminded of this book --



-- Ferdinand, the little bull who wanted only to smell the flowers.

Of course, that story lends itself to adorable drawings, where in this case, we are reminded of this --


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Remember? The guy pushing his girlfriend on the swing, how at one point he swoops in and sniffs her hair?

I bought my first stash of this stuff before a weeklong stay at summer camp. Loved it. And guess what? You can still find it online.

Tempting, yes, but I won't be ordering any. It was too much for Shaun Cassidy. (Or so he told Tiger Beat.) No tellling what effect it would have on the E-man.