What's that Smell?

We were driving home tonight through the part of North Salt Lake that smells like the sulfur from the Great Salt Lake. Kirk started it all out with "What a great smell!" Then Meg said, "What is that awful smell? So Kirk decided to tease the girls and said, " It wasn't me it was the chair!" Then Meg said, "It smells like caribou to me. I think that's what caribou must smell like." To which, Emma said, in her little nasselly voice because she was plugging her nose, "no - that can't be caribou. I think it's Daddy. Because Daddy smells . . . awful!"