"Let me smell your breath," The Mayor said leaning towards his sister's face.The Rooster exhaled.
"Your breath smells like yogurt!" he declared.
"Now let me smell YOUR breath," The Rooster said.The Mayor leaned in again and this time he breathed on her.
"Your breath smells like BOOTY," she triumphed.[Oh, The Proud.]
Over the last week, The Mayor, undaunted, has continued to ask his sister to check his breath.
Last night while eating ice cream he asked her to smell it again.
"Does it smell like ice cream?" he asked.The Rooster smiled and nodded emphatically.
"Yes," she said, "like ice cream............... and butts."[Thinly veiled parental giggling.]
"Half ice cream, half butts."
[May your year be filled with sweet, minty breath.]