We walked to church today, and as soon as we entered the church parking lot my daughter grabbed her nose and began saying, “My nose, mommy. My nose.”
“What’s wrong with your nose?” I asked, perplexed because she hadn’t left the stroller.
“My nose! My nose!”
Then a waft of a not-so-pleasant odor tickled my nose, too. Ah, my daughter’s first encounter with the stink of a skunk!
“That’s a stinky skunk, honey. It will go away when we go inside.”
“Tinky kunk! Tinky kunk in my nose.”
I guess it does sort of feel that way.