"Mommy, I smell something, and it ain't no angel mist either."
Context:
One of Anna's storybooks is about the night Jesus was born, written from the perspective of one of the shepherds. Angels come and leave angel dust on the ground and trees and angel mist, which apparently has this fantastic fragrance, that could only be angels, and all the shepherds pick up and go to Bethlehem to check it out.
This was her cute way of telling me that Niamh had pooped.
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