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on our last night in laguna beach, i shared the bed with jonas. as we were snuggling to go to sleep we shared this whispered conversation:

me: your hair smells like the ocean.
jonas: my hair is NOT the ocean!
m: no, i mean you SMELL like the ocean.
j: I am not the ocean. mom. go to sleep.

*silence*
(seconds pass)

j: mom, the ocean smells like your hair...

that just melted my heart. he is such a sweet, tenderhearted boy.