Smell My Feet
No Thanks. I'm Good.
Tonight while I was helping her get into her braces for the night I got a whiff of cheese. Turns out the whiff was coming from her feet.
It's not bath night but I guess she's been in her hot braces and hi-tops all day and add some melting snow and you have quite the recipe for stinky toes.
She was already in her nightie, so I told her she could just wash her feet. She looked so confused and a little afraid. What is this guy talking about - just a bath for me feet?
It took some convincing but I managed to get her into the tub and just stand there . I turned on the warm water and told her to swish her feet and make some bubbles when I poured some body wash.
She swished for a few minutes and that was more than enough time and she had nice clean toes. I grabbed a fresh towel and dried them off and took my life in my hands and had smell. Much Better.
She told me that this felt great and that she now wants to do this every night!
As she left the bathroom she bounced downstairs and looked for Mom as she had to share:
MOM! Smell My Feet!!!
BW did not want to smell said feet (can you blame her?) so I herded those rose smelling toes upstairs and tucked them into bed.
We also read this weeks library book. If you want to know all about the planet Neptune I am now your man.
Lastly, we had our fancy new garage door installed today to replace the 1973 version. I don't have a pic as there's a snowstorm out there but it looks pretty similar to this one:
It compliments our windows and front door so now we are done with the home improvements for a bit anyway.
