Conversations at our house, Shame Edition

I come home horrified and quickly strip off my work pants. 


Me (to D$): I need you to do something gross.

D$: Okay...what?

Me (hurriedly shoving the crotch of my work pants into D$'s face):  Smell these and tell me what you think they smell like.


D$, without flinching, puts his face into the crotch of the outstretched pants. 


D$: Oh, no...

MWK:  RIGHT? But...that is human pee, or cat pee??!