kick off my sunday shoes

He (who is 7, and equal parts charming showman and bad ass): "I can actually feel the stench of my shoes!"

Me (who once was 7 and, depending on the day, would be considered more an ass than bad ass or charming): "And how, exactly, does that stench feel, Rhino?"

He: "It's like the smell, ya know?"

Me: "So what's a stench so bad you can feel it smell like?"

He: "Stinky!"

Me: "Oh, yeah?"

He: "Yeah! It smells like gravy! Gravy, bubble gum and peas!"

Me: "You know all those things separately are pretty darn good, don't you?"

He: "Not gravy!"

Me: "You clearly did not come from my body, where gravy and blood work in tandem to keep me alive."

He: "You're weird."

Me: "Uh, you're the one who can feel your own foot stench, dude!"

He: "What do your shoes smell like?"

Me: "Like magic. And sugar cookies, Chapstick and the sun. Overall, they smell like a pretty darn good day."

He: "Not like gravy?"

Me: "Oh, there's always gravy."

He: "Not if I can help it!"

Me: "You're weird."