When You are Seven. And a Boy. Specifically, Jake.

"Mom." We are in the car, on the way to karate. "I know a synonym for stinky."

"What?"

"Foul."

"Yup."

"I have FOUL armpits. HAHAHA HEE HAW! .... Nathan's - ohmygosh, MOM! There is a bunny in the road!!!"

"What? Where?"

"Right there! Awww, he is so cute, just sitting in the road."

"Yeah, aww."

"Nathan's diapers are FOUL. My armpits are FOUL. That bunny is looking for a lake, you know why, Mom?"

"Why?"

"Because he is FOUL. He needs a bath."

... after karate. "Dad, know what is another word for stinky? FOUL. My feet are FOUL!"

Matt: "You know what is another word for foul? Rancid!"

I do not ever wonder where Jake gets it from.