What's That Smell?

Not to keep whining about my cold, but...

I have let Owen walk around with a poopy diaper for who knows how long on multiple occasions over the past week.  When O has a load in his drawers, you can smell it from across the street.  It's so bad, that I no longer throw his poopy diapers in the Diaper Dekor because nothing can contain the stink.  All poopy diapers go in a trash bag in the garage.  But lately, I have completely lost my sense of smell (and taste, but smell is what is important here.)  Our house could smell like a garbage dump and I would have no idea.

Today, I took O out on some errands and stopped to gas up my car.  The pump fell out of the gas tank and spilled gas all over the ground.  I carefully picked up the pump and put it back and then smelled my hands, assuming they would reek of gas.  Nope, smelled fine.  I got in the car and thought it would reek of gas from standing in the gas puddle and possibly splashing onto my pants.  Nope, smelled fine.  I went about my merry way and even got a snack that I shared with Owen.

Not until later did I realize, if I can't smell Owen's atomic poopy diapers - why would I think I could smell gas fumes?  Is it possible to give your child brain damage from driving him around with gas soaked  clothing?  What about sharing a cookie and touching it with gas covered hands?  Crap, no wonder he was so mellow tonight.