The other day Tate came up and snuggled me out of the blue.
He closed his little eyes, smiled contentedly, then asked, "Why do you smell like outside?".
"I don't know," I replied, rather perplexed, "I haven't been outside."
"Well, you smell like her," he said matter-of-factly.
This amused me so I asked, "How do you know outside is a her?".
"Because," Reese chimed in stating the obvious, "Mother Nature!".