Scene: Our bed - 6:30 a.m. (too early)
Jack: Smells yike cow poo-poo.
Me: (sniff, sniff) I don't smell any cow poop. (We do have cows nearby so sometimes the smell of manure graces our senses)
Jack: Yes it does. Is stinky.
Me: No. It smells fine in here.
Jack: Wait. Yet me smell you. (He is now 1 centimeter from my face)
Jack: Oh sick. (as he rebounds back 4 feet)
Jack: Is your breath mom. Peeeeeee-Ewwwwww! Smells yike cow poop-poo!
Thanks, son. Thanks.