The past couple of days I've been smelling something funky in Amelle's room. It's not an odor that hits you when you walk in, it's like a smell pocket..kind of like when your swimming and you hit a warm spot. The first time I caught a wiff of it I assumed it was Amaya passing gas, so I carried on. The second time I did a quick survey of the area for a dirty diaper, but saw nothing and went on with my business in hopes that it would go away (huh!). This morning I walked through the smell pocket again and after a more thorough survey of the area, I noticed this: Yes, the same pet rock that I had been so proud of just weeks ago had turned into a swamp of sea creature parts and spare toys. Remember this:
from last week? Well, it ended up being a companion for Mr. Rock. Not a good thing.