**I Smell the Smell of a Smelly Smell of a Smell that's Smelly

Confession Time:

I'm a morbid mother.

On the way to swim team, there is a certain block of road we travel--that has an awful smell. A smell of epic proportions.

To add to the strange-smell-factor, this smell only exists in the Fall.

Last year, when we first smelled the smell--my kids would cover their noses and hold their breath for the entire stretch of the offensive block. Then, they would moan and whine about taking a different,

less smelly route.

Something had to be done to take their minds of their smelly troubles. So, I did what any good mother would do I told them that someone must be hiding a dead body in one of the surrounding sheds.

Every once in a while, I would make up a story about who the dead body used to be, and who had committed the crime. These stories usually involved the characters we would pass on the way to swim team at one point I even blamed our high school track team.

Winter came, and the smell disappeared. I told the kids that someone must've disposed of the body--and the smelly smell was forgotten.

Until last week.

The smelly smell is back.

Last Tuesday, as soon as we caught the first whiff of smell, Aussie shouted, "There's been a murder! The dead body is back."

I've decided to set up a savings account for the therapy they will need when they become adults.

**Title: from a Spongebob t-shirt I once saw a guy wearing.