Smell Chicken

Genevie started saying this last week. Trey was out getting something at the grocery store, and while they walked to the car, Genevie popped out with, "Smeeeeeeell chicken!" Very random but apparently the beautiful aroma of fried chicken was in the air. I suspect she may have inherited her brother's olfactory sensitivity.

It is not uncommon for us to be driving somewhere and have Davis announce that "Mmmmm...something smells delicious!" usually of the fried order. It's not always good though. Davis informed me the other day after I came back from a birthday massage complete with essential oils that I smelled like strawberries and cucumber. He did not seem pleased. The next morning he said, "Mom, do you remember how last night you smelled like peanuts and carrots and sausage?" Wow, I must have reeked. And here I thought the masseuse used citrus and lavender.

Back to smelling chicken. Since her first chicken observation, Genevie has continued to repeat this mantra wholly unrelated to any chicken smells and to rather humorous effect, I must add. So the other day in the car, I just happened to have the camera and recorded it for you.