We're chatting with our neighbor this evening. He's working on his car. My Prince leans in through the open car window and says "Wow, that car smells great!" I leaned in and sniffed.
It smelled. Like a greasy, oily, smelly place where cars get fixed and wallets get leaner.
Neighbor boy explained that the car had some leaks.
I explained that my son loves the smell of gas.
Prince pops up: "Mom. I don't love the smell of all gas. Not the kind that comes out of your butt."
If you never want to be embarrassed, don't have kids.