What smells like feet? Well, depending on where you go around our house, you could get a whiff in a couple of places. Anywhere Jason's baseball stuff is, that's for sure.
Joshua and Michael and I were playing next to the car today, with the trunk open. Jason's baseball stuff was laying inside the trunk, in a closed and zippered bag, by the way.
I sniffed and said to Michael, "What smells like feet?"
Michael looks around and said, so seriously, "I think it's supposed to smell like feet."
Good thing he's used to it, because I imagine he'll have that in his nostrils plenty in his growing up years. I, however, am worried about my sensibilities.
Speaking of smells (and hopefully something that conjures up more pleasant memories), Joshua is following in his brother's footsteps when it comes to mealtime.
Every night, the question comes from the boys, "Mommy, what's for dinner?" The minute Joshua hears them, or if he smells something, or if he hears the oven clicking, he will ask the same thing, "Mommy, what have dee-nuh?" (What are we having for dinner?)
He hears the answer, then toddles off, with his blanket in hand.
The nice thing is, no matter what it is, he's happy with what is served on his plate!!!
Have a great night!
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