"Mom, my backpack smells can you please wash it?" asks Vinny.
"Oh sure," I say, then promptly forget about washing his backpack.
Two weeks later.
"Dad, my backpack
REALLY stinks," complains Vinny.
Fortunately, Hubby took command of the smelly "situation."
"Oh my gosh!" yells Hubby. "Look what I found in Vinny's backpack! Moldy, decomposed chicken tenders in a cracked plastic container! No wonder it smells like something died in there."

The Smell Formerly Known As Chicken Tenders.
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