stop smelling me. please.

Naomi: (taking a deep breath), "Mommy, you smell like chicken. I could eat you up!"

[ Later in the day ]

Omi (climbed up into my lap with Kalea and after sniffing both of us): "Mommy, you and Kalea stink."

Me: "WHAT?! I do not, (do I?) I showered and I even put on deodorant. I don't stink."

Omi: "yes, you and kalea smell like poo."

Me: "Na-uh. I don't smell like poo."

Omi: (sniff) "ya, you do."

FYI, I verified with Mark. HE says I don't stink. So there... (or he just wants to make sure he's not kicked outta bed!)