It smells like yuck.

Mike and I told Jack (after Aunt Heather got sprayed by a skunk when entering her house one night) that a skunks' spray smells bad. Seeing a skunk driving a mail truck in a Richard Scarry book: (with wrinkled-up nose) "He smells like bad. He's dirty. He needs a take a bath."

Seeing a sly-looking fox in a book: "He smells like yuck. He needs a take a bath."

Smelling a pumpkin pie candle in a store: "It smells like good!"

Pointing to The Thing and Wolverine on some new-to-him pajamas: "They look like monsters. They gonna get you" (he still says "you" instead of "me").
Mike" "No, they're friends, they won't hurt you."
(Super high-pitched voice) Jack: "They gonna help you! They nice! Maybe we see Wuvaeeen. Maybe he give you hugs and kisses."

To Mike one night: "Dad, if you do a good job clean up, maybe you get a t'eat."