As we were driving home after an 8-mile hike to Blue Lake, the car permeated with a special glow.
“Hadley, we need to take showers when we get home.”
“Why?”
“We stink.”
“I don’t.”
“I smell like sweat, you smell like B.O.”
“What’s B.O.?”
“Take a whiff of your armpit.”
[She proceeds to do it.] “Ohhhhhhhh.”