he said he doesn't want to go.
Why so oppositional, mac?
Speaking of oppositional, my son has started what appears to be a solo campaign against bathing. And he's getting bigger and greasier and stinkier, so it's not without casualties. The funny part is, when he does take a shower, he loves it; once he's finally in there, you can't get him out.
this child of mine has not culled the right things from me. he does not like to read, he does not like good music, he does not like to go and do, and this last choice of not going to the movies when I would pay.
Oh, mac. And stinky son of Burrell. Sigh.
"You don't want to bathe? Say hello to my little friend."
spritzes with Febreeze spray bottle...
My brother smelled like stale salsa, salt and cooked onions in that phase.
I still recoil from those scents. Fridays at work seem to be onion day at the cafe. Makes me a little nuts. I rarely cook with onions unless I can ventilate the whole house thoroughly.
cooked onions is exactly it, onions with stinky feet and generalized funk.
I was just talking last night about being able to remember the my older brother stinkin' up the way back of our old station wagon with his stinky teenage boy funk. Ew!
Speaking of stinky, I'm in MI with in laws and we went to the casino for fried shrimp night, which was both disgusting and delicious, and ugh! the smoke smell. And my eyes are bugging out hours later. I can't believe smoking was everywhere just a few years ago. How'd we tolerate that??
Tonight is a good night...