Heading to my car, I am walking behind two women I work with, one who has brought her young son to work for the day. He's talking loudly about something that I don't catch but smile to myself when she explains to him that he needs to keep his voice down in the building because people are working.
When they walk outside, he straggles behind her, says, Mom, it smells like...
She interrupts, Yes, it smells like rain. It rained while we were inside.
He continues, a bit exasperated, No, Mom, it smells like a big giant farted out here.
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