My kitchen smells like ass

I've spent the better part of today trying to locate the source of the stench, hoping against hope that nothing died in my walls. Sink cleaned, garbage disposal scoured, floor around Liza's chair wiped ... good god, what is that smell? Oh, Jason brought in Liza's booster seat - the one I've been taking outside periodically to hose down - the one that has holes in the top to attach a tray but no holes in the bottom to let the water drain out. Sniff chair, almost gag, hurriedly unbuckle chair and take it outside. Attempt to dump water out of chair recesses, splashing shorts and leg (which now smell like ass, too) and observing the lovely black color of said water. Now my patio smells like, you guessed it ... Luckily, the booster seat was bought second-hand, and it was starting to show its wear anyway, so I have no compunctions against throwing the smelly thing in the trash tomorrow.

I guess Liza could go back to her high chair, but that thing has so many nooks and crannies that are impossible to clean that I'd given up on it more than a month ago. Guess I'll be going to Babies R Us tomorrow for a new booster seat, preferably one without holes in the top. And to Wal-Mart for some Lysol, because, as I noted, my kitchen smells. It's funny how things like this tend to happen the day before I have houseguests. Welcome to my life, Mom and Dad!

Note: Why does it sound okay to say "Cracks and crevices" and "nooks and crannies," but not "nooks and crevices" or "cracks and crannies?" I like that last one ... "cracks and crannies" sounds vaguely scatological, doesn't it?