Beeb just ran up to me and released her "nose wind" into my face again.
"What does that smell like?" she asks eagerly.
"Cereal." I reply.
"No! What does it smell like?" she demands.
"It smells like cereal." I say.
Obviously frustrated with me she clarifies, "I just tooted and smelled it."
Great. Thank Beeb. . . not.
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