Quirky Conversations

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.

Owen:  Yeh.