When The Kidling and I hopped out of the car at her gymnastics class yesterday, there was a very odd odor. I thought it smelled like exhaust. But what do I know?
“It smells like peanut butter! It smells like dog breath.* It smells like dog breath when it smells good.”
I think this qualifies her as an optimist, no?
* Our dog gets the occasional spoonful of peanut butter with her medicine, in case you were wondering about the connection. Which of course you were…