Setting: Mommy and Clairey, sitting in the armchair, watching 'Dora'.
Clairey: (holding up a Strawberry Shortcake pony) "Wass dis ponie stmell like?"
Mommy: "Ummm..." *sniff, sniff* "I'm not sure...I think green apples."
Clairey: "Geen appohss?"
Mommy: "Yeah, I think so."
(Claire takes the pony and bends it's legs back, then sniffs the pony again.)
Clairey: "Mommy! Stmell, stmell!!"
Mommy: *sniff, sniff* "Yep, green apples."
Clairey: "See? Pony's *peachie stmells like geen appohss, too!"
*insert "your" word for a girls private part.
This kid is trying to kill me.