A woman in Atlanta answered her front door and found little Trinity and Tyler standing there, holding a list. "Lady," explained Trinity, "we are on a scavenger hunt, and we still need

A woman in Atlanta answered her front door and found little Trinity and Tyler standing there, holding a list.

"Lady," explained Trinity, "we are on a scavenger hunt, and we still need a few more things to win!"

The woman smiled, amused. "Oh really? What do you need?"

Tyler squinted at the list. "Well, so far, we got a rubber band, a paperclip, and a pinecone. But we still need..."

Trinity cut in excitedly: "A sock with a hole in it, a spoon older than my grandpa, and something that smells REALLY BAD!"

The woman chuckled. "A sock with a hole? That’s easy—I have a whole drawer full. One second!"

She disappeared inside and returned with an old sock. Trinity snatched it up and inspected it. "Yep, hole confirmed! What’s next, Tyler?"

Tyler scratched his head. "A really old spoon."

The woman thought for a moment, then went to her kitchen and found an ancient, bent-up spoon at the bottom of a drawer.

Tyler grinned. "Perfect! Now we just need something that smells really bad!"

The woman opened her mouth to speak, but before she could offer anything, her husband walked by in a sweaty T-shirt after mowing the lawn.

Trinity and Tyler gasped. They looked at each other. Then at the woman. Then at her husband.

Then Trinity pointed. "Ma’am, can we borrow him?"

The husband froze. "Excuse me?"

Tyler nodded seriously. "It’s for a good cause, sir. You’d help us win the scavenger hunt!"

The woman burst out laughing. "Sorry, kids, but I need him for household chores. Try checking a gym locker room instead!"

Trinity and Tyler shrugged and ran off to the next house, hopeful that their victory was near.

Meanwhile, the husband stood there, sniffed his shirt, and muttered, "…Is it really that bad?"