Jack just walked in the living room.
With a wrinkled nose, he asked, "Whassat smell?"
Me: "I'm not sure Jack. Does it smell stinky or good?"
Jack, nose still wrinkled, "Smells like Mommy. Yeah. Smells like Mommy."
And promptly walked away before I could determine if I should be flattered or very worried. I'll refresh the deoderant. Just in case.