That Taste, That Smell

This is a list of what Salem and I talked about tonight. No particular order, however it's interesting how acute her sensory receptors are:

I gave her one of those "melt-a-way" strips for her cough...
"Mommy. That thing you gave me...what was it? (pause) That...thing?"
me: "What thing?"
her: "That sink cleaner. What was that?"
me: "What are you talking about?"
her: "I think you gave me the wrong thing. It tasted like it may have been for cleaning the toilet."
me: "You mean that little strip that melted on your tongue?"
her: "Yeah! I think that's supposed to go in the sink or the toilet or something. It tastes like a cleaner."

A little bit later...

"Mom...I don't like the way the church at my girl scout's smells."
me: "Yeah, sometimes buildings smell bad. That one is kinda old. Buildings take on scents over the years..."
(pause)
her: "Like daddy's house?...It has a smell."
me: "oh yeah?"
her: "yeah. I like it. It smells good."
me: "What's it smell like?"
her: "Like...burned eggs."

Well, the kid likes 'burned eggs' smell. She's in the right town anyway, as there's a Waffle House on every corner.