5-year-old, referring to the ubiquitous white blossoms of Bradford pear trees: Mommy, those flowers sure are pretty, but they smell like butt.
No argument there. Those blossoms are rather rank. But a gentle reminder to my little lady is necessary that we really ought to say “bottom” instead of “butt” when referring to the fragrance of stinky flowers.
My kids think they smell like rotting flesh. Now that's a lovely image isn't it?
We try to euphamize (is that a word?) by saying it smells like Stinky Tofu, this dish that is really popular in the south of China. It is often made on the streets and it smells like, I kid you not, a combination of animal feces and chronic halitosis. In fact in less polite company I describe a little more graphically than that. One of my best friends in SZ goes crazy for the stuff, which I can't even go near. But Myles is now permitted to say that about bad smells.
We're currently working on the bottom vs butt distinction here too. That and trying to train Sophie not to come running whenever Bella takes off her pants so that she can swat at Bella's rear and yell, "Spanka bare bottom!"
Well, now I know what pears trees smell like. I didn't not know before. Thanks for enlightening me with such eloquence. :) Leave it to a child — such honesty, right? We think it. They just come out and say it.
The entrance to my neighborhood is a long street completely lined by Bradford pears. I would prefer nicer language, but after having to drive up and down the street with that odor wafting everywhere, they're right, it smells like butt.
I am laughing over here!
Janet