We were just at the library. We were walking toward the door to leave and the kids were walking behind me. I walked past a young Amish man and the smell of horse poop assailed my nostrils.
Just then, I hear my son say, "Eeeeeww! I smell horse poop!"
gasp.
I had a million thoughts scrambling through my brain as to how I should handle this delicate situation. Before I could do anything, he said it again!
Are you wondering what I did?
Absolutely nothing!
Zachary had no clue the smell was coming from this young man. He was just processing a smell that he had never smelled in the library before. =] I had to think of the classic "The Emperor's New Clothes".
I kept on walking, because I saw my escape out the door was only a few feet away by now, and the young man was behind me, so I didn't have to look at him.
I was walking out the doors, with the kids still behind me, and Zachary, as he's walking out, says it again!
blushing.
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