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.
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