While passing a large truck on the side of the street, my conversation with a five-year-old goes a little something like this:
Him: Ms. Renee, what's that smell?
Me: It's just exhaust from that truck.
Him: Oh. Sometimes that smell is at Disney.
Maybe he was talking about the car show at Hollywood Studios? Let's hope.
Him: Ms. Renee, what's that smell?
Me: It's just exhaust from that truck.
Him: Oh. Sometimes that smell is at Disney.
Maybe he was talking about the car show at Hollywood Studios? Let's hope.