“Ellen,” Nancy said, making an exaggerated sniffing sound. “Ellen, do you smell what I do?”
Ellen took a whiff as well and replied in a sweet and knowing voice. “Oh dear, I think our little mister ran away with a surprise for us.”
They let their noses lead the way as they searched the basement. It didn’t take long until James looked right into the face of a woman who wasn’t Ellen. This must be Nancy, he thought with fear as he backed away into Ellen’s waiting arms.
“There you are, Mr. Stinky Pants!” Ellen cooed as she lifted James up by his armpits, holding the back of his diaper against her nose and taking a heavy whiff of its contents.