Late last night, way after I should have been in bed, I was sitting up knitting a sock while the kids played on the Wii. Somehow the conversation turned to smells. L has decided that he doesn't like the smell of popcorn. It reminds him of the stale air popped corn, but when he finally eats some that is popped in oil, he likes it. One smell led to another until we came upon the smell of baking soda. To me, baking soda doesn't really have a smell. Maybe a small smell, but nothing significant. I explained how it picks up odors and that's why it's good to have a box in the frig. About this time, R decided to chime in about the last time they had actually used baking soda. She comes into the living room and says, "Remember the last time we started a fire in the kitchen and had to put it out with baking soda?" That comment disturbed me. I was impressed that they knew to use baking soda to put out a fire, especially a grease fire. I could understand how that would smell a little funky. But the thing that really caught me off guard was the term "the last time." How many times have there been? Should I be paying closer attention to their cooking exploits? She is 21 and he will soon be 19, but I guess kids are kids and maybe I need to still watch what's going on in the kitchen!