From the Mouths of Babes

When I'm around folks run inside, try to hide, terrified. I'm alone but satisfied, I like stinky cheese.

Or so the song goes.

I really do, though. And I bought Limburger this weekend, and I knew Em would figure I was just trying to poison her again, but I thought Mo might go for it.

It really doesn't smell that bad. Smells like food, to me anyway.

Mo is autistic, so you don't expect a lot of verbal feedback on something like this.

Mo took an investigatory taste, then said, 'Stinks.'

She gave the rest to the dog.

Brilliant! I smell feet!