Kenzo and Osamu and I pulled out of the driveway and headed to soccer in the snow. More like heavy sleet. It wasn't sticking, just furiously coming down. As is their way the boys engage in non-stop non-sequitur monologues that sometimes converge. We were stopped at a light and I looked in the rearview mirror at them and said, "Stinky says what?" They stopped and looked at me, quietly waiting for what was going to happen next. I repeated it. "Stinky says what?" They looked at each other and smiled and Kenzo sheepishly says, "Whaaaat?" So of course I delightfully announced, "Exactly," and followed up for clarification that he is stinky because I said stinky says what and he said what. This was followed by immediate raucous laughter. And then it began. They immediately took hold of this new lingual power and began teasing each other and me with as many variations of "stinky says what" as they could think of. Osamu of course wasted no ...