It's you Mommy, it's you!

I smelled something. Something that smelled bad, and I said so.

But, I couldn't figure out what it was, and I said so.

So, Buddy, ever helpful, ran up to me and poked her nose against my backside,
as if to say, "it's you mommy, it's you."

It's you that smells bad.

Gee, thanks Bud.

 
Written 5-28-2012