Sunday night Jeremy, the Madore-ables and I drove up to Rangely Lake, Maine. We were driving along Route 4 somewhere and Samantha began a very interesting conversation.(As we're driving by a farm area)
Samantha: "Daddy, what's that smell?"
Jeremy: "Ahh, that would be manure Sam"
Samantha: (after a second or two). "That's not manure Daddy. That smells like POOP!"
I don't know what was more funny. Samantha's comment, or the fact that she tried to blame it on her sister shortly afterwards.
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