Sure, That Explains It

As we drove down the road, I glanced in my rear view mirror and caught a glimpse of Alexis' face. It was curled into a look of disgust and before I could wonder why, I KNEW.

OMG. The odor.

It was that distinct odor that's not really specific but you basically look around for the guilty party because OBVIOUSLY THERE IS A GUILTY PARTY. Based on the look on Alexis' face, it wasn't her. I knew it wasn't me, so that left one person.

Mila.

Except, I'm pretty familiar with her brand of WHYYYYYY, CHILD? and it wasn't quite right. Just as I began processing other possibilities, Mila spoke up.

"Ewwwww, something stinks," she said.

She was right.

"Mommy, someone farted," she continued. Remember how I said she tattles to further her own agenda? This was one of those examples. She scoured her brain for who to blame, surely in hopes of coming out of the conversation smelling like roses, so to speak.

"I think the dinosaur farted," she continued.

I don't really know how that furthered her agenda, but sure. Let's go right ahead and blame the animal that has been extinct for years and years and years.