Thankfully, she’s too little to be offended

Dylan was standing on the front porch, scrunching up his nose like a little rabbit and sniffing the air.

“Whatcha doin’ Dylan?”

“It stinks out here.”

“What’s it smell like?”

[sniff, sniff] “Lauryn.”

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