Come smell this!

Allison just asked me to bring some rosemary in to use in her cooking.  That reminded me of a funny husband move:

My friend Mike was at our front yard and somehow the rosemary bush came up.  He really got into it, and asked a bunch of questions about the bush.  Then he called his five-year-old son: "Owen, come over here, smell this!"  (and he had Owen smell the bush).  Then he said:  "Doesn't it smell like chicken?"

That's when I laughed, but it made total sense, since mom makes rosemary chicken.  I do wonder where Owen thinks chickens come from.