I need Mr. Miyagi.

Back to yoga class this morning. I’m paying for taking the summer off.

PinkGirl: “WHAT is that SMELL?”

FavoriteHusband, working on my shoulder: “your mom calls it ‘stinky hot’ but it’s really called BENGAY.”

PinkGirl: “it’s GROSS!”

A few minutes later:

FavoriteSon: “Why do I smell Pepto-Bismol?”

Me: “It’s stinky hot.”

FavoriteSon: “Smells like Pepto.”

Mr. Miyagi could fix my shoulder without stinkin up the place.