Why I constantly fear having a cup

Ethan, while he, Lola, and I were doing a Lite Brite project:

"Mommy, someone stinks!"

Me, bending even closer to the children, thinking it *must* be Lola and a diaper situation: "Oh...is it Lola? Is her diaper stinky?"

Ethan, recoiling away: "No....ugh...I fink it's your stinky coffee breaf."


{Anyone have a mint? Sigh.  Nothing like your child to knock you down a few notches keep you constantly humble.}