An Odd Occurence

Today has been a great day at work so far. Working at a hotel desk, I am able to enjoy the conveniences of Internet (helping me survive not having a computer for the last billion years), doing homework (psh-yeah right!), and TV during the slow periods of my shift. Today I have been reveling in the glory of college football. I have missed it so much and I could care less if I am watching Tulsa vs. Tulane or Syracuse vs. Minnesota, it is all beautiful to me. To complement this glorious occasion, I decided to eat the apple I had brought as a mid-morning snack. As I sunk my teeth into it's crisp, green flesh, I smelled a smell. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was or where it was coming from. I smelled my pits. No dice. I smelled our freezer and microwave. No dice. Then I smelled my apple. Dice. It didn't smell rotten or dirty so I just kept eating away. A few more chomps, until I realized what the smell was. My apple smelled like a baby. That's right, a baby. Any you know what else? The apple began to taste like a baby too. And I liked it. Ok, ok, ok, ok, I am joking around about that part. It tasted like an apple. The whole experience reminded me of Wayside School when the teacher starts turning kids into apples. Did I eat one of their kids? Anyone know of any logical reasoning behind all this madness? Because I have a whole bag of those baby apples sitting on my kitchen counter.