Smells Like Teen Spirit

"Somebody smells like strawberries," one of my Level 6s said as we started our warm-up. The girls ran and skipped and chassed for about 5 minutes and the whole time I could hear whispers of strawberries. They went to get a drink, came back, and as they sat in their pike stretch the whispers got less like a whisper and more obnoxious. As I went around to stretch them, I smelled strawberries, too. "Now I'm curious," I said. But of course, no one thought they were the one who smelled like strawberries. I was dumbfounded that no one wanted to claim this yummy scent. I mean, it's not like we were saying they smelled like dirty socks. "It's not me," said one of the girls, "I stink." Good to know...
The strawberry smell was definately stronger on one end of the row so we pretty much narrowed it down to about 3 people. "I think it's Rolley's hair," I offered as a suggestion. The girls smelled it. "It smells like doggy shampoo," they said. I of course stopped warm-up to go and smell for myself. Sure enough, the place that they smelled was all sweaty and did, in fact, smell like doggy shampoo. "Smell back near her ponytail," I said, to which every single girl felt the need to come over and do so. They all thought it smelled good, but no one was satisfied that it was the mysterious scent of strawberries that had bugging them for the past 15 minutes. We finally got on task enough to finish that portion of our stretching and the girls started doing splits. First they had to do them with their hands forward, then with their hands back, and finally with their arms up. As they were all grimacing, doing their splits with their arm up, one of the girls started giggling and said, "It's Fiz's armpit!" I went to catch a whiff myself and sure enough, it was Fiz's armpit. A delightful smell for an armpit, I might add. "What kind of deodorant are you wearing," I asked. "I don't remember," she said. Dying to know, I went over to the bleachers to ask her mom what kind of deodorant it was. "Teen Spirit," she said. "Aha," I said as I walked back over to the girls, "you have an assignment for the weekend...go to the store and buy Teen Spirit deodorant that smells like strawberries." I added, "it would make my job a lot better to have a bunch of girls that smell like strawberries instead of dirty socks." They all giggled and said that they would go buy Teen Spirit. If I walk in the gym to day and smell a flock of strawberry-smelling deodorant clad Level 6s, I'll know they succeeded!