Pet Rock

On the way home in the car...

Logan:     Pew Wee! Something's really stinky in here!

Mommy:  I don't smell anything.
Logan:     EWWWWW! It's my hands!
Mommy:  Well, we're almost home now and we'll wash them when we get there.
Logan:     Why do my hands stink?
Mommy:  I don't know. Did you put them in your pants? (unfortunately, this is a bad habit)
Logan:     No. EWWWWW! It's my rock!
Mommy:  What's your rock?
Logan:     My rock is soooo stinky.
Mommy:  OK, we'll wash your rock when we get home.
Logan:     No way, Mommy!
Mommy:  Why not? You're rock will be fine if we wash it.
Logan:     Because it's my stinky rock.

Funny how something goes from being gross to being his prized posession.