No one can humble me like my son.
About 1/2 hour ago, after a long day of nearly 100 degree weather in which we did some nakey gardening and hammock construction together, my son, who is currently just over crotch-height to me, ran into me (face to crotch) accidentally, backed up, said, "Ew, goss!" and proceeded further with, "You ganina not smell good."
We promptly showered and I am happy to report that I am now fresh as a daisy.
Thanks, buddy. I can always count on you to be honest.