Smells Like Asses

It's a hot day. We climb back in the car from having lunch.

I should note the car smells fine. It's just hot. AB says,

"It smells like asses in here!"

I laughed. R quickly redirected. "It smells like ashes? No it doesn't."

She very clearly said, again. "ASSES! It smells like ASSES in here!"

Me: Where did you learn that phrase, AB?
AB: I don't know.
R: You learned it from Mommy.
Me: Who, me? Nuh uh!

I laugh. We drive home. In our car. Which smelled fine.