My sweet little guy ran to me this morning and gave me the best hug...well, the beginnings of one, anyway.
Little guy, backing away abruptly: "Mom, you stink!"
Me: "Me? What?!?!"
Little guy: "You stink."
I pull my hair to my nose and give a sniff. No. I check my pits. No.
Me (following him around the house): "Help me figure this out. I have to go places today."
I get him to smell my hair and shirt on my shoulder (under duress, of course). Nope, no foulness detected. He hugs me again to see if he still smells it.
Little guy: "Something stinks, mom."
Me: "Could it possibly be your armpits?"
He takes a deep whiff..."Oh."