The grocery store...

Yesterday, we were in the produce/meat section of a local, small grocery store. It smelled less beautiful than, say, a Publix. Iain was with the butcher and the girls and I were looking for some yogurt. Audrey said to me, in a loud voice, "what it smell like in here?" I said "it smells like a grocery store." She said, in an equally loud voice as the first time, "no, no, it smells like a dog."

Nice. As Iain says, my only hope is that the people around us didn't speak English.