her sense of smell works

Yesterday Em woke from a nap, entered the freshly mopped kitchen and wrinkled her nose.

(I mop with vinegar and water these days.)

"Wuz dat smell? It's stanky!"

"Do you mean stinky?" I asked.

"No. I smell stank. It's stanky."

Then today, she toted a Vanity Fair, loaded with perfume samples out to the car. It sat in the humid heat for several hours before we returned for a ride home.

Em declared the car to be stanky, too.

She's right. It was.