WHAT THAT MELL?

As we drove to (and from) Idaho for Thanksgiving, we traveled through some very aromatic farm country from time to time. Tobin was in the 3rd row of the car, yelling at us, "What that mell? What dat tinky mell?!" And of course the screwed-up offensive smell-face that he was sporting made the questions that much funnier.

What's less funny? When he didn't understand that it was cow pastures that we were passing, which caused the smell and then made the accusations, "Dat Daddy. Daddy is TINKY!"