This sunny Southern California afternoon, the kids were surprisingly playing well together. Then again, what four year old wouldn't enjoy playing with a rusty potato peeler? Who needs an iPad when you have a drawer full of old OXO kitchen gadgets?
Yet the playfulness stopped when Andrew realized there was a stank in the air.
"Emma! Do you smell that?" exclaimed Andrew.
"No," Emma responded meekly.
"Something stinks! It smell like poo-poo!" Andrew tries to use the word "poo-poo" as often as possible.
"I don't smell anything," Emma reiterated.
Andrew stood up and looked around like a drunk lemur. For some reason, Andrew grabbed Emma's finger and took in a big whiff.
"Emma! Your finger smells!" proclaimed Andrew with disgust.
Emma pulled away from Andrew. How dare he state that her finger smells? But just to make sure, Emma took a generous sniff of her finger, crinkled her nose, and nodded in agreement.
Emma looked at Andrew and said, "Mmm. Just the way I like it."
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