It is what it is.

Miriam is playing orphanage on the floor, dressed in her St. Therese costume. "I am taking care of the babies with no mommies or daddies." She loves this, our little mother superior.

But after lying on the ground for the babies' (monkeys', ragdolls', bunnies') naptime, she begins to get restless.

"MOM!"

"Yes?"

"These babies are stinky!"

"Oh, dear, why are they stinky?"

"Well, that's just the way God made them. They're just stinky babies."

So observant, that little nun.