So yesterday Mala and I took our two oldest kids to an event which featured all kinds of locally grown & made goods & services. It was fun, but as soon as we got there we both smelled something icky. It smelled, to be perfectly frank, like cow poop. We kind of laughed it off and said that there must be some product in the vacinity that smelled like manure, but the smell kept coming back no matter where we went. We were both sniffing ourselves and our respective children, but couldn't pinpoint the source.
It wasn't until it got so bad that I felt like I was standing next to an open portapotty on a hot summer day that I finally cornered my son and checked his underwear to see what was going ON down there.
It was totally him. Holy SKIDMARKS, Batman!
Ew. He must've been "sharting" all the livelong day. Then, on the way home, it got even worse and we were rolling down the windows to keep our eyes from watering. So we get home, and he takes a shower. Problem solved, right? Not really. I don't know what was going on with that boy because within half an hour he walked into the room and his little stink cloud followed him. Really nice ambiance for the dinner party we were having. (slapping forehead)
*sigh* Kids.
