The Smeller is the Feller

On our way home from a friends house this evening, we drove past a place that sells nothing but mulch. As one might imagine, even with the windows up on our truck, the air was still rather fragrant. 

"Ooo. Smell that air!" Duane said.

I laughed and turned around to see if the boys were reacting to the not so fresh air.

They were both sitting quietly, but when Ryan caught my eye he immediately said, "It wasn't me!"

Maybe not this time, kid. But we know where the blame usually lies.