So, my wife, Holly, bought be a Barack Obama "Obama Rama" air freshener to hang from the rear-view mirror on my car and let me tell you... though I cannot guarantee the REAL Barack Obama will fulfill all our hopes and dreams when he is President... as an unpleasant smell-obfuscator, the guy and his likeness are second to none. I'm not sure what the makers of the "Obama Rama" air freshener have added to the cherry-soda smell, but this puppy is nasal-nuclear.
Anyway, the sweet pungency aside, the new addition to my olfactory automotive aura prompted the following interaction with my son Truman the almost four-year old...
"What's that smell?"
"It's the air freshener, Dude."
"What air freshener?"(I point to the rear-view mirror.)
"HEY! Is that Rock Obama!"
"Barack Obama."
"Rock Obama smells like that? Can I smell him?"
"When we stop."
"Rock Obama smells sweet. And spicy."
"Well its not actually Barack Obama. It's an air-freshen--"
"Rock Obama smells like candy!"(I laugh, pulling into the pre-school parking lot.)
"Can I taste him?"
"What? Taste--?"
"Rock Obama! What do he taste like?!?"(Now Truman unbuckles himself and jumps into the front seat of the car, grabbing the air freshener and sticking it in his mouth.)
"Truman, please don't--"
"Acck."
"TRUMAN!"(Long silence as Truman grabs his tongue and spits. Then...)
"Rock Obama don't taste so good."
"I could have told you that."(I remove Truman's from the car and walk him into school, whereby he immediately searches out his teacher Angie and announces...)
"Daddy has Rock Obama hanging in his car. He smells like spicy candy, but Daddy says don't put him in your mouth."
(As Truman skips off, teacher Angie's eyes slowly rise to look at me.)
"Look-- It's-- See-- I can explain."
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