Harry (entering the house): What is that horrible smell?
Me: Smell? You mean dinner?
Harry: No, worse than that. It smells like Sarah was sprayed by a skunk again. Did she?
Me: No skunk. Now that you mention it though, there is a rank odor in here.
Harry (following his nose): UGH. It’s these things!
Me: By “these things” do you mean the hyacinths?
Harry: Is “hyacinth” the word for stinky flower?
Me: Aren’t they pretty? I forced them in these cute little hyacinth vases.
Harry: You forced them to do what? Smell bad?
Me: No, silly. Those are the bulbs you kept asking me why I was keeping them in the refrigerator. But now that you mention it, I have had a dull headache since they started blooming. But aren’t they pretty?
Harry: Okay, but they stink. Can you put them somewhere we can see them but can’t smell them?
Me: Good idea.