About six months ago i had my wife's one year old cousin for babysitting while his mom had an urgent job to do. This little guy loves my "boom boom" as he calls my car due to sondsystem i have in it.
Anyway, I picked up the kid and we were driving around town to pass our time together. After about half an hour we went to a local bakery to grab a bit and a chocolate milk he adores. I got him his milk and couple of biscuits to eat while I got for me a meat and onion based thing (dun know it's english name) ;p.
We get back in the car and after 2 minutes drive, we stopped at a parking lot to give him his milk and biscuits. He started shouting and crying because he did not want to eat biscuits but wanted mine food to eat. Just to stop him crying i gave him that.
The little guy eated it, enjoyed it, and burbed after a while leaving an agly stink of onion in my face. After a while he fell asleep so i took him back to his mom.
Three hours later i got a phone call from his mom. Just when i answered the phone i dropped the phone from her screamings. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU FED THE BABY? HE FILLED HIS DIPPERS, SPILLED OUT AND MADE HIS CLOTHES FULL OF SH**. BUT THIS IS NOT THE WORSE. THE WORSE IS THE STINK.
A BADGER'S STINK IS LIKE EXPENSIVE PERFUME COMPARED TO THIS I'M LIVING RIGHT NOW. I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THIS. (She was laughing of course).
Since that day, the little baby was NEVER left alone with me to take it for a ride...
The memory of that stink is Unforgetable. Thank GOD i didn't smell it. :)