Bum Oil

"Mama!!  What is that nasty stuff?"

I was pouring the used vegetable oil from my FryDaddy into a jar -- because frankly, I have no idea what to do with used oil.  But that's beside the point.

 I replied, "It's used oil, baby."

"It stinks!"

"Yep, that's why I'm getting rid of it."
 
"But, Mom, it smells like my bum."

Insert my guffaw here.  "No, sweetie, it doesn't.  That's not a nice thing to say."

So she huffs off.  She's good at huffing exits.  But I hear her say as she's walking into the dining room, "That stuff smells like my bum.  I hope it's not bum oil." 


Brooke, age 3