I like stinky
Says Jack. NOT ME! Please remember, and don’t ever forget…never walk up the stairs behind a 6-year old that ate a funky rice ball. You can quote me on that.
me: Jack! Is that you that stinks? What the heck! (cough cough!)
Jack: (laughing and reading as he walks up the garage steps) Yep, isn’t it great?
me: What? Great? Can’t you excuse yourself? Sheesh, what did you eat?
Jack: It was the rice ball from that stinky deli. That place STINKS!
me: Yeah, well now you stink.
Jack: You know what I love? I love eating food that gives me a tummy ache because I know I’ll stink later. I love that.
me: – – –