Saturday, we made our annual pilgrimage to the tulip fields. In the early years of our marriage, we used to go to take pictures of the flowers. Nowadays we go to take pictures of the kid in the flowers.
In an attempt to get a cute pose, I asked Munchkin to smell one of the tulips. He bent down, sniffed a bright flower then stood up and declared confidently, "It smells like purple residue."