They smelled like fresh cut flowers...only not

I woke up the other morning to the sweet, groggy voice of Ethan.

"Mommy?" He sounded only half awake.

"What buddy?" I replied, just as groggy as him.

"Smell my feet." WOOSH. There was a foot in my face before I could blink.

"Day stinky, Mama?"

Clearly I was not awake because I did actually smell them.

And they were, in fact, stinky. He laid next to me with his eyes still closed and a huge grin on his face. He is his father's child.