While picking up Taterbug from school, I immediately noticed the smell of fresh cut onions and stinky cheese.

Mommazilla: You play hard today, kiddo?
Taterbug: Why, can you smell my onion pits? (maniacal laugh ensues)
Mommazilla: Tater, I can't wait until you discover hygiene and embrace it.
Taterbug: I already have hygiene, Mom. I just don't have a lot of it.
Mommazilla: (knowing that I was just schooled by an eight year old) You know Tater, you're right, very right.

I'm amazed at the daily affirmations of pure comedic genius provided by my daughter. The puberty talk should be fascinating. She'll probably explain things to me rather than vice versa.