Bad Breath

     I wrote an entire blog on the medical issues I endured after my son was born, so it surprised me that I find this entry so embarrassing. Two times in one day, I was told that I had bad breath, and I was not informed of this problem by a mature adult, two kids reported the issue as only kids do.
     First, I found myself in a serious discussion with one of my sixth grade students. He had some trouble constructing his art project and I jumped in eager to help. I believe that he waited fifteen maybe twenty seconds before he sat back with a confused look on his face and asked, "Ms. Haider, have you been eating bologna?"
     As I stood up, a laugh filled with embarrassment slipped out. For I had committed the cardinal sin of teaching, I was guilty of coffee breath. And apparently, coffee breath that smelled of bologna. I admitted my coffee mistake and sprinted to my purse for a mint, okay, four mints.
     The second outing occurred as I put my son down for a nap. I decided to have another cup of coffee at lunchtime for caffeine's sake and the scent decided to bury itself deep into my taste buds. For when I put my buddy boy in bed, a child with an awesome sense of smell, he also questioned the toxic aroma. "Mom, did you toot?"
     Seriously? First bologna and now a fart. I need serious help or a visit to my dentist.