Disgusting Love

As we rode along in the truck after pre-school, headed for home and lunch...

"What is the smell like in here?" Logan asked.

"It smells like old truck and dirt," I said, thoughtfully.

"No, it smells like melted hot dogs, melted cheese, disgusting love and a breaked (sic) heart," he insisted.

Say what now??  Noooo!!  I just got my heart broken and now my hot dog has melted.  Will the suffering never end?  By the way, what are they teaching you at this pre-school?

- 3 October 2013