I wasn't sure why at first. I knew I'd been working out for a while and perhaps I was pushing too hard. But it didn't feel internal. Nope, this was an issue coming from outside of myself.
So as I was trying my best to keep my feet in the air as my little guy pushed my legs over in today's ab torture strength session, I opened my eyes just enough to realize that his shoes were directly adjacent to my head.
His shoes...his stinky, stanky, funky shoes. His shoes that could peel paint. His shoes that could easily fumigate a small room.
Me: "Oh, my gosh, your shoes!!!"
Little guy: "What?"
Me: "I can't breathe...your shoes reek."
Little guy: "Oh, sorry, Mom."
He moved a bit away and as soon as I closed my eyes he moved right back. That stinky little turkey.
Payback. Yup, that's what's on my mind.
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