As we emerged from the boat this morning, Chris said, "It smells yucky."
I thought I could faintly smell the Tropicana plant, but wasn't sure so said, "What does it smell like?"
"It smells like my school."
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Trey has been steadfastly refusing all but the merest trim for the past year, proclaiming he wanted to grow his hair like Legolas in Lord of the Rings. He surprised my this morning by stating urgently, "I need a haircut." When I asked him why he said, " I was combing my hair and I look like a girl!"
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