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.

3 comments:
Yep, they keep you . . . grounded, right?
I don't care who you are, that's funny right there!
My kids.... oh yes.... they embarrass me.
My youngest makes a sport out of it.
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