Lately we’ve been noticing a somewhat peculiar smell on Trevor. Keep in mind that since he’s nearly two-years-old and a very active little guy, Trevor usually smells of sweaty hair or a diaper full of the unmentionable. So again, it has been a little odd of late that when he enters the room he has a minty freshness about him that is quite perplexing.
We’ve been speculating that he’s started to snack on the contents contained in the toothpaste tube, and of course that would not be good, as the fluoride is potentially harmful. We’ve taken the necessary steps of securing toothpaste caps and making sure to keep the tube far, far away and out of his reach. Still, here comes Minty.
It is a pleasant scent, but tracking the source has become a favorite pastime in the old Fulton household. Sadly, Trevor is no good to us when we sit him down for questioning.
It usually goes something like this:
- Me: Trevor, did you eat some toothpaste?
- Trevor: Yeah!
- Me: Trevor, were you chewing gum?
- Trevor: Yeah!
- Me: Trevor, did you eat your foot?
- Trevor: YEAH!!
This little mystery has now gone on for the better part of a week, and while fresh breath is definitely a priority for me, I’m troubled by my son’s amazingly minty breath.
This afternoon I was able to crack the case.
I was somewhat distracted by the semi-complicated steps involved in assembling Trevor’s new tricycle, when I was suddenly made painfully aware of a presence. It was the lack of noise inside the house that quickly got my attention. Trevor was nowhere to be seen, so I put down trike tires, confusing instructions and tools and began searching. I called-out for him but there was no response, so I assumed that he was in the backyard. A quick inspection of the grounds revealed no blonde haired little Minty. He had to be inside the house, but how was he being so quiet? Was he okay? I walked down the hallway that intersects all of the bedrooms and called out his name:
Me: Where are you?
Me: Sissy’s room?
I opened the door to Emily’s vacant room and he clearly was not in there, so I called out to him again and realized that he was in our room. There, on the floor, Trevor was sitting down and digging through one of Sam’s old purses. He had tossed scraps and bits of paper from the purse onto the floor and he had also neatly stacked some coins that were at the bottom of the purse. But his real interest, and ultimately the source of his minty-ness, were the old pieces of gum that occupied some space in the old handbag.
He was chomping away…
Trevor had been found-out. His days of minty freshness were over. He smelled very good, but he knew he was busted. A quick sweep of my index finger through his mouth extracted the gum, then I picked up the purse and all of the little fragments of gum, paper and loose change that were on the floor and Trevor seemed to care not, as he scurried out of the room and on to his next adventure.
After cleaning things up I went back to the dining room where tricycle assembly was coming to its conclusion. I was very much looking forward to seeing how the little guy would do on the three-wheeler. Trevor was excited too, as he could now clearly see that I was able to magically transform all of the components of the big box into the same thing that was pictured on said box. Pointing at it and jumping up and down in excitement, the boy could hardly contain himself. But now there was something more peculiar than the minty breath.
Somehow, some way, this kid now had tremendous, pungent garlic breath. It was like he’d just eaten a plate of linguine and clams. How was this possible when only minutes before he was sitting on the floor in our room chomping on some old bottom-of-the-purse gum?
Well, it turns out that the little guy knows what he wants and he moves quickly.
Upon being discovered in our room he quickly fled the scene and made his way to the refrigerator while I was cleaning up the crime scene. It seems that he not only opened the fridge but he also extracted a tube of chunky garlic paste, opened the lid and slurped down a nice squirt of coarsely chopped organic garlic (or so it says as much on the tube). Now he stinks.
What can I say? He went from Minty to Garlicky in a matter of moments. It’s pretty obvious that we simply cannot take our eyes off him for even a few seconds in this house. In fact, I probably should stop typing this post immediately as I think I hear him messing around by the garbage cans outside.
You know, where I dumped the garlic-mint diaper a few minutes ago? Ugh.