i smelled a butt

so, this weekend was filled with silly butt-smelling fun. i, along with brett and five of my nieces went to check out the grossology exhibit at the museum. we learned about bruises, barf, and boogers. we listened to robots shaped like faucets tell us why our noses drip gooey gunk when we're sick. we filled up stomachs with soda until we were rewarded with resounding belches. we slid down tongues, passed through stomachs, squeezed through intestines onto squishy brown mats that were supposed to be poop. we climbed a skin wall complete with pores and scabs. we played a life-sized game of operation. and we listened to various pitches of toots while learning about the tightening and loosening of butt-muscles. but the day would not have been quite the same had we not found the suspiciously, lonely activity tucked away in the corner of the large open room. i was asked to close my eyes, pass my sniffer over a few small openings and guess the escaping mystery odors. my choices were a) mouth, b) armpit, c) foot, or d) anus.

i was through with the game after the first snif. anus.

PS. i tried to make like the game was cool and fun so that my nieces would also smell anus, but they knew better than to enter that lonely corner. --SN