Malia came into the house a couple of minutes ago, wrinkled her nose, and told me there was a really stinky smell outside. Matthew mentioned that it smelled like rotten pumpkins. Normal conversation resumed as Malia walked down the hall. Just now I heard her tell Daniel, "I think the smell came from your stinky socks." Every one of us, except Malia (and possibly Daniel), burst into laughter.
Yes, boy smell is definitely a part of her life. And apparently she's not too young to notice.
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