It’s happened. My little, precious, smart, beautiful, wonderful girl. She’s changed. She’s grown. She’s… She’s… Arg!! I need to just spit it out. She’s… got stinky feet! Oh dear lord, that cute little thang is now a smelly force to be reckoned with. Seriously, you can detect her a room away.
“Sorry!” she says, when I complain about the stench of her feet.
“You can prevent this!” I tell her. “Just freakin’ wear socks!”
“I hate socks!”
“Well, the rest of us hate that smell!”
She’s no longer my little baby. She’s well on her way to being a totally gross tween. Between my gym clothes, the boy’s room, and her feet, we are going to be the house to avoid. Oh, the stinkiness of it all!
