I walked into our bedroom this morning, and I smelled something... ick. Dirty smell. Not repulsive or rotten. Just, not pleasant. I had just washed the dog bed, so I knew I couldn't blame it on Reuben.
I turned to Chuck and asked, "It smells bad in here! Where is it coming from?"
Caroline, who was wrapped in Chuck's arm, sat up, shot him a look, and said very bluntly, "Yeah. It smells like boy stink to me."