"I don't smell Dad's poop...I smell Lilacs."

As we curled up on our bed next to Evie last night, I commented that I could still smell the stink from the bathroom. We heard Evie doing a lot of sniffing in between us, which made us giggle because it is true she doesn't miss a beat. Then, suddenly, without notice she stated matter of factly, "I don't smell Dad's poop...I smell Lilacs."