Bathroom talk ahead.
Consider yourself warned.
Let me set the scene for you a bit...
The other morning Sam was in the bathroom doing his "business."
I was about ten feet away (outside the bathroom)
and the not-so-pleasant aroma was wafting my way.
All of the sudden he says,
"What's that SMELL?!?"
"Um, your poop?!"
"No Mom, I think it's your breath."
I mean, really.
I'm not known for my sweet morning breath, but C'MON!