I roadtripped today with the Doobies. They're great passengers provided the Leapsters, DSIs and DVD player are fully charged and ready to entertain. We were four hours into our drive and all was going well. Not much traffic on the roads. Construction wasn't slowing us down. The sun was shining. Smooth sailing until...a sickening smell found its way to my nose-job needing nostrils.
"What IS that SMELL?" Kaila yelled.
Silence from Madan. I could have exploded an M-80 next to him, but as long as Mario needed to foil Bowser's latest scheme, he was fully immersed and immune to the insanity around him.
"Oh man. It smells like FEET in here!" I yelled back, straining my neck to see what the hell transpired behind me. "Kaila, did you take your shoes off?"
"Oh. Yeah. What should I do?"
"Dude. You were wearing sandals. How could taking them off make such a difference? Open the window and stick your feet out!" I hollered.
"Right now? On the highway? Can I?"
"Yes! Yes! Do IT!"
I thanked the power window god and within moments, the SUV filled with oppressive 95-degree heat, but also clean, breathable air. And, my girl's tootsies were dangling out the window while we flew down the highway...a Pig-Pen cloud of dirt and dust trailing behind us. Quite a sight, I'm sure. To all the construction workers on I-80, my deepest apologies if Kaila's funky feet slowed any stimulus projects down.
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One of the miracles of parenthood is that you eventually forget that a tiny child can still produce amazing amounts of dirt and bad smells, with virtually no effort. (This is somewhat related to the miracle that enables them to poop their own body weight several times a day as infants...) The next miracle will occur around puberty, when (boys anyway) will switch from taking three 20-second showers per month, to taking 3 3-minute showers per day. You have lots to look forward to!
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