I get up.  Make the chicken – and the scent of it draws Nic out of his lair, I’m not going to lie – this was after he said,” Taco Bell is closed.”

Me: I love the smell of rain.

Him: I think the smell of rain is caused by the drowning of bacteria.

Me: *sigh* pause.

Me: Also love the smell of fresh cut grass.

Him: The plants are sending out distress signals.

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My son is a killjoy.

I mean, considering he came out of his cave at the scent of flesh … he burst my bubble on the whole rain thing.

It’s pouring now.

Much bacteria being drowned.

Oh but it smells SO good.  Secrete!  Secrete!

We are in for one hell of a monsoon this weekend.