So, Owen is back at it with swim lessons again. He asked and I obliged. It's a useful (survival) skill.
We are driving home after his first lesson of this new session. I asked him how he likes his new swim teacher this go around.
Owen: He's nice. (pause) He smells like cantaloupe.
Me: Really? Maybe it's his deodorant or aftershave.
Owen: I like cantaloupe. But not with milk. Cantaloupe tastes gross with milk.
Me: Yes. I know. You don't like to eat cantaloupe with milk.