After Isaiah woke from his nap, we each enjoyed a piece of Swiss cheese. Isla woke up soon after. She was happy to see us, at first. Then she sniffed and asked in a disgusted tone, "What is that smell? It really stinks." I told her that it must be my breath because Isaiah and I had eaten stinky cheese. I offered her a piece, which she adamantly refused. She then, so pitifully and sadly, whined, "You can't be in here, you stink."