Wednesday, October 17, 2007

The olfactory joys of parenthood.

Conversation when opening the minivan door 2 days ago:

Me: "Do you smell that?"

Matt: "What?"

Me: "It's like something rotten"

Matt: "It smells like citrus."

Me: "No, but it's definitely a fruit - is there a rotting apple core in the wastebasket?"

Matt: "No, I think it's a citrus smell."

Me: "What would be citrus in here?"

Yesterday we finally found the culprit. The fermenting remnants of an open bottle of apple juice in the back seat. Score one for me! I knew it was an apple.

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