You Smell

Last night before Lucy went to bed, we were cuddling together in my bed. She said, "Mommy, you smell like..." and she stopped. I could tell she was searching for the right word. A million words ran through my mind. Poop was the first one. Then I rememered I just drank cranberry juice and thought she may say an apple or fruit or something. Then she said it, "A garbage can."