Stink

The other day, Kaylee woke up, strode over to me and declared in a matter-of-fact tone: "Emily smells like raw meat!"

Then, a couple of days later, Emily discovered Stink Weeds in our back alley. She immediately decided they were the most beautiful flowers ever and began picking them. When she asked what they were called, I told her, "Stink Weeds."

Big mistake. She was incensed. "They're not stink weeds! They're lovely!" she repeated over and over. She now refuses to let anyone else call her flowers Stink Weeds. We have to refer to them as, "Little Lovelies." She has two vases in her room with "Little Lovelies" in them.

And, predictably, her room stinks.

Lovely.