We buy our meat from the local butcher shop and generally I don’t like going there because I don’t like the way it smells. Sometimes, like today, I have no choice to be the one to go and Abby was with me. I did not say a word to her about the smell, and she’s never been there before.
We went in, got our stuff, and left – it lasted maybe 8 minutes.
We get in the car and she says:
“It was stinky in there.”
All I could do was laugh and wonder why she waited til we got in the car to say anything. She’s only 3 and has not developed a politeness filter yet.