Sadie needed to take some cough medicine tonight at supper. She doesn't like the way it tastes. Here's the conversation we had while I was getting her medicine for her:
Sadie: "Eww, I hate the way that tastes. It tastes like dead skunk."
Me: "I wonder what dead skunk tastes like?"
After she FINALLY took the medicine, T.S. proclaimed, "Now she'll smell like a skunk!"