Where da skunk?

On Tuesday night we had Heather, Jonathan, Laine and Bowen over for a late Valentine's day dinner. (Ryan was sick on the real V-day) I cooked...look out. And while I was in the kitchen cooking Bowen came in and stood next to me for a while. Here is how our conversation went.
Bowen: Where da skunk?
Mere: What, buddy?
Bowen: Where da skunk?
Mere: laughing What skunk?
Bowen: holding his nose It mells. Where da skunk?

Bowen walked around the living room for a while making a really bad face, holding his nose and continuing to ask "Where da skunk?"

So now I am a little worried. Was it my cooking? Does my house "mell"? Whatever it was Bowen was real convinced it smelled like skunk. So much, that he had Ryan go with him to look for the skunk in our bedroom. Awesome.