And then I smelled it- rubbing alcohol. The smell was so acute, my eyes flew open and to be honest, after coming off 3 nights of
Moving on to today...
I'm not sure how things could have gone so terribly wrong in the week that I was out of town but when I left Jack's feet were just like any other normal 5 year-olds. But now? Now they are some of the worst- I mean THE WORST- smelling feet. Out of disbelief, I grabbed his foot and brought it close to my face to give it a whiff. I just couldn't believe that smell could have been coming from such a small area. But as I leaned over to smell Jack's foot, an odor so pungent hit me like a Mack truck and I immediately gagged.
If I was a betting girl, I'd say Jack will have new shoes by Sunday.