"Your garage smells like my grandma's," he said this Sunday morning.
I thought to myself: what does his grandma's garage smell like? I replied, "That's interesting."
He and his mom were visiting for the first time. Maybe this kid could smell the unique odor of our family... toys & balls, rim repair equipment, yard supplies, sea shells... Maybe his grandma lives by the beach, too!
A while later, I walk out through the garage. "It smells like dead animal!" I exclaimed.
"Ya, that's what I said. It smells like my grandma's garage!"
I looked around and found an empty Palace Saloon plastic mug next to a bowl with dried star fish in it. Jake had poured water into the bowl and every dormant organism blossomed its most stank stankness into the garage.
Should someone tell his grandma that her garage smells like dead animal?
