A few mornings ago Nate observed the ritual of deodorant application.
"What are you doing?" he asked, brow furrowed.
"I'm just making sure I'm not stinky" I replied.
After a moment of consideration:
"You're a skunk! You're a stinky skunk!"
Except he doesn't start any words with "S"'s so what he said was
"You're a kunk. You're a tinky kunk."
It sounded bad. Really, really bad.
I'm waiting to get called into the principal's office, but it seems that thus far no one at school has been a "kunk".
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