My brother and his family came to visit the baby this weekend. Mason and Rylan were enjoying the six inch wide balcony when Mason gets a very disgusted look on his face.
"What's that smell outside?"
I couldn't help laughing, "That's West Valley."
Dave and I live in a nice apartment complex in the middle of West Valley. Really...it's not ghetto.
Unfotunately, West Valley does have a certain smell. Like manure and thanks to the construction...burnt rubber. I guess we've gotten used to it. My nephews picked up on it pretty quick. Good thing it's temporary.
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