It smells like what?

As I tucked Aidan into bed last night, he sniffed at my arm and asked, "Mom, what does your arm smell like?"

I sniffed my arm and paused for a moment to admire the tangy, but sweet lime aroma of my beloved Philosopy Senorita Margarita hot salt scrub.

"Mmmmm," I said as I sniffed again for another lovely lime whiff. "It smells good doesn't it?"

Aidan sniffs my arm again, thinks for a moment and responds, "I don't know. I think it smells like dirt."

Well, I guess that was thirty some dollars well spent.