*smooch* (ldy) wrote,

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Note: Z is my nearly-adult child, B is his (our) friend, and C is yours truly.

Just overheard from Z's room behind my office...

Z: Please excuse me, I must stop a moment to wash my feet.

Oooooookay, fine.

A few moments later...

B: I smell something really foul.
C: It's not his feet.
Z: Nope, it's not my feet.
B: What IS that?!
Z: I have NO idea.
B: Maybe it's my feet? Holy smokes. I think it IS my feet!
Z: You wanna wash your feet?
C: C'mon, Brit, all the cool kids are doing it.
B: Can I wash my feet?
Z: Sure!
Bath: *whooosh*
B: I can't believe I'm washing my feet!

I swear we don't drugs. Sometimes life would make more sense if we did.

I think I may go wash my feet now.

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