Top of the morning

Last night she asked me if I liked morning breath. I told her it's not my breath of choice.

We sat there for a minute in silence. I got the feeling she wanted to give me her opinion on morning breath, so I asked her what she thought of it. This is what she unleashed:

"I like morning breath because I like my morning breath. But I don't like morning breath because I don't like Daddy's morning breath. It smells really horrible. It smells like black apples mixed with Vegemite mixed with disgusting. I really don't like it."

She seemed so relieved to get that off her chest.