Stink, Stank, Stunk

There are few things that strike terror in the heart of a Mommy like the words "ought-oh, help me, Momma." Those were the words I heard a few short moments ago. In a fit of maniacal spring cleaning I decided to organize my pantry. I had all of the canned foods sitting on the floor. Caleb was stacking them and arranging them by size. Awesome. Then I heard the words. Ah, those words. I wish you could have heard the pitiful way he asked for help. He had a can of sardines. Yes, sardines. About once every three or four years Josh gets in the mood for them. We happened to have a tin left over from this last lapse in sanity. It turns out the Caleb knows how to open those little pull tabs. How unfortunate. He was sitting in a nice little puddle of the juices holding the tin up for me to finish opening it. It was funny. It was cute. But let me tell you, people, IT STANK! I cannot tell you how much I dislike the smell of anything remotely fishy. Needless to say, his clothes are now in the washing machine along with the rag that I used to frantically clean up every last drop. I can still smell it, but hopefully my Pier One candle will man up and cover the smell soon. I wish I had stopped laughing long enough to take a picture, but on second thought that would have prolonged my exposure to the smell. :-)