stink

As we were driving up into the foothills for a picnic today, I told Tim to look out for animals.

What animals.

Oh, maybe deer or rabbits...

Or dinosaurs?

No, we won't see any dinosaurs. They are extinct. That means that they don't exist anymore.

Stinct?

That's right.

Stinky dinosaurs. That's bad. I don't like stinky things.

(After swallowing my laughter.) The word is EXtinct, not stink. It's totally different.

Oh.

Good.