My life is nuts. We are back to school and back to football/cheer all in the same week. We have yet to establish a solid routine....or get back in our groove. So last night when I walked in the door at 8:30 I started to make dinner...yes at 8:30! As the chicken is stir frying itself (yes it magically was doing it on it's own...I DID NOT have my 9 year old stirring it) I was reading homework and signing daily planners.
Once we finally finished eating and finshed showers I plopped down on the couch with the Hubby. The midgets came for their "cuddle time" before bed and I'm reading Gina's history essay and correcting her "country grammer" when I hear "smell this"...I turn my little Rock has his finger in my face.
After much prodding by his sisters and I he admitted where his finger had been.
Apparently the cup he has to wear to protect his boy parts for football makes things stinky. We all cracked up about this for a good 10 minutes. Mostly because I took a big whiff before I realized what I was smelling.
Why are boys so gross? Why don't they ever grow out of it? :D
He looks innocent enough right?