Stinky

Driving through our neighborhood the other day, heading home, we came to a stop to let a baby skunk cross the road.

Taylor: "Awwwww, cuuuuuute!"
Me: "Taylor, that's a baby skunk. Skunks are stinky."
Taylor: "Noooooo, Daddys stinky!" (waving hand in front of face).
Me: "Yes, Daddy is stinky too."

We pull in to the garage and Daddy opens the door to greet us.

Taylor: "Heeeey, stinky!"