The Stink Police

Have I mentioned that Reagan is the Chief of the Stink Police? She informs me daily of the bad smells she must endure. From bathroom smells to car and truck smells to the smell of my polar ice gum, she is displeased. My favorite is when she proclaims, "Mommy, something stinks. I think it your breff." (I tell them they need to brush their teeth in the morning because their breath stinks, so I asked for that one.)
Today I repainted the bottom four feet of the walls in our house. Why? I'll give you 4 reasons: Riley's left hand, Riley's right hand, Reagan's left hand, and Reagan's right hand. My painter convinced me to go with flat paint, which is great for touching up, but I think I would rather have used eggshell so I could wipe off dirty hand prints and such. So the Chief had a comment as I was painting in the bathroom:
Reagan: Mommy, what's that smell?
Me: That's the paint.
Reagan: MMMMM! I like it!

Great! She thinks my gum stinks, but paint is enjoyable? Scary!

Have I mentioned that it is HOT here? I mean REALLY HOT! I called the air conditioner company today and she said that my heat pump was only designed for up to 95 degree weather and it is doing the best it can. Well, I am here to tell you that it is not good enough in my opinion. I enjoy a cool house - not as cold as some, but less than 79 degrees! The house does cool off at night, but shouldn't there be a way to help keep my house cooler? I am keeping all the blinds closed and ceiling fans running. What more can I do?

I meant to include this story a few days ago. Out of the blue one day:
Riley: I really liked Reagan's hair the way you fixed it for church the other day. You know, straight and down? I bet all the boys were like (whistling).

Ya'll try to stay cool!