Last night while cuddling up on the couch, watching The Food Network (as is my early evening routine once I am too sore and tired to stand it anymore), Kid grabbed Baby's foot and took a long deep smell and then made some exaggerated gagging sounds.
It was awesome and classic all at once.
Like the little mimic that she is, Baby then had to smell her own feet.
And, of course, so did I.
"They don't smell that bad... smell your own feet... I bet they stink." I said.
So Kid did, but claimed hers didn't smell (of course).
Then she took off one of my socks.
"They aren't going to smell... I've had socks on all day." I stated.
She took a long whiff and then stuck out her tongue.
"They can't smell that bad." I protested.
Then Baby crawled over and took off my other sock and took a smell of that foot.
"Smell them yourself." Kid insisted.
"I can't my butt is broken... you'll just have to tell me what they smell like." I offered.
"Hell." Came her reply.