Bunny

Henry ran up to me, grinning after brushing his teeth for bedtime.
"Mama! What do I smell like?"
(How do I even respond to this?? It's either going to be really nice-smelling or disgusting. I almost don't want to know).
Mama: I don't know, Henry.
Henry: Don't I smell like a sparkly bunny that's been washed 200 times?
Mama: I don't know what that smells like.
Henry (rolling his eyes in exasperation): It smells like ME!!