With DP starting baseball today, I figured I would discuss some things that we have been experiencing due to the subjects' activities. These subjects stink. For example, DP likes to wear tennis shoes. However, he does not like to wear socks. This is a recipe for disaster. I took a road trip with him and as we were driving, he took off his shoes. My God, I almost passed out. I made him hang his feet out the window for a few miles. It was terrible. So when we got home, SuperMom washed these shoes. That didn't help. In fact, it made things worse. His feet just stunk but he wouldn't wear any other shoes at the time. SuperMom bought him some more shoes to replace these that we are throwing away. Usually, we pass shoes down to Jr., but not these. I would rather pay the $50 for a new pair than breathe that odor again. Later we were heading to choir practice, and again there was a smell in the car. Now all five of us were in the vehicle, so I start trying to figure out the issue. DP has new shoes, so I don't immediately think it is him. However, when I ask around, Lu replies firmly that it is DP's feet. I am now requiring him to wear socks with all tennis shoes, no matter if he likes it or not.
One day we were on the way to or from gymnastics; again all five of us. DP says "What is that smell?". "It smells like a tootsie roll." To this SuperMom makes a funny and says "I tooted". Young kids always think toots are funny to talk about. So they are laughing and she says. "Get it, a tootsie roll". Now they laugh more. Of course, the literal one, DP, pauses and then laughs. He then repeats it word for word, "I tooted. Get it, a tootsie roll", and laughs his goofy laugh. Again me and SuperMom laugh, now at him.
There isn't a day that goes by that one of them smells terrible. Then they look at us like we are from Mars, when we tell them to take a shower. I can't wait until they all become teenagers so I can have permanent nerve damage to my olfactory region.
One day we were on the way to or from gymnastics; again all five of us. DP says "What is that smell?". "It smells like a tootsie roll." To this SuperMom makes a funny and says "I tooted". Young kids always think toots are funny to talk about. So they are laughing and she says. "Get it, a tootsie roll". Now they laugh more. Of course, the literal one, DP, pauses and then laughs. He then repeats it word for word, "I tooted. Get it, a tootsie roll", and laughs his goofy laugh. Again me and SuperMom laugh, now at him.
There isn't a day that goes by that one of them smells terrible. Then they look at us like we are from Mars, when we tell them to take a shower. I can't wait until they all become teenagers so I can have permanent nerve damage to my olfactory region.