Mr. Big Sniffer

"Mom, something in my room smells like mint," Ami complained.

"It's just the peppermint oil from the foot massage, the fan is blowing it into your room." 

"No, seriously, my room smells like mint."

I walked into the hall to see Tim making breakfast in the kitchen.  "I need Mr. Big Sniffer to find out where the mint smell is coming from."

Tim paused, realizing that both he and his father got the bloodhound noses from the genepool.  He turned around, saw me looking at him...

...he circled his head to the side, down, and then up looking to the other side.  His hands balled into fists and came to his hips as his legs moved shoulder length apart, completing the 1940's comic book pose.  He flashed a momentary monster grin, but quickly stifled it, realizing that was un-superhero-like.  He blew the air in his lungs out of his mouth, and inhaled a massive scenting breath.

He started walking around the house tracking the smell.  Final diagonsis:  Ami's sniffer is broke, the coconut oil is the primary source of the smell, even though it was mixed with peppermint, she should be smelling both.