A few weeks ago we were at a restaurant with my dad. My son had been in a particularly foul mood and was being a smart mouth. I told him his attitude stunk and he needed to sit quietly until he could talk better.
Well, he sat there coloring his paper and after a few minutes he looked up and said, "My attitude doesn't stink anymore. You wanna smell it? It's in my arm!"
What could I do but laugh?!