Thursday, June 21, 2012

Eau de vache...

This morning, as we were pulling out of the driveway:

Jakub: "Mommy, what's that smell?"

I sniffed the air, detecting only the musty, melting-plastic smell of a car that has spent several years baking in the searing heat of the desert sun.

Me:: "I don't know.  Does it smell good or bad?"
Jakub: "Bad." [pause] "I think it's you."
Me: "Are you sure?"
Jakub, in complete seriousness: "Or a cow fart."

I was fairly certain I didn't smell like cow fart, but was rattled enough that I did a frantic sniff test to be sure, and although my highly scientific test confirmed my original hypothesis, I admit the whole exchange dealt an obliterating blow to my self confidence of the morning.

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