Today I walked into my sons room and, though I've been taken out by this horrific cold, was overcome with the smell of:
You know, that musty, dank, permeating odor accompanied by boy? I had no idea that he was old enough for this.
I stood there by his bookshelf pondering. I thought about all the times I had walked into my brother's rooms and smelled this same scent. In a way, it was endearing. In another way, it was putrid.
I wondered what causes this smell- unclean rooms? hidden morsels of food? science experiments gone wrong? voodoo?
Because I am stupid, I leaned over the hamper to take a whiff. Not too bad. Until I got really close to a dingy-grey tube sock (why? why tubes?).
There. There it was. The culprit, the origin of offense. A sock. One measly boy sock.
And that, my friends, is where this story almost ends.
Sometimes as parents, we realize that we've failed at communicating the important things. In this case, I failed to ever inform my kid that a clean pair of socks is necessary every day. EVERY DAY. Underwear, yes... we covered that. But how could socks have escaped this lecture?
I disgust myself.
Let us now segue into the pictures... very roughly. Two cute girls, with clean socks. At a junkyard.
PS: did you hear? We'll be shooting in Oahu this summer too. June 16-17th. Email if you want in!
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