Stinky Feet

I debated on whether to write about this or not, but I can't stop giggling about it so I know it deserves to be remembered in perpetuity.

As many of you know, I've evolved into a San Diego Charger Fan (and, yes, that's with a CAPITAL "F" -- GO BOLTS!!) Anywhoooo, my great friend Karen and her husband Kerry invited the kids and I over for the playoff game last Sunday. They had invited many of their neighbors and hosted a lovely party... and the Bolts won, so it was a perfect afternoon....

Except that Cameron has stinky feet.

While the adults were cheering after every Charger score, the kids were playing video games, etc. ... and being kids, there was some interesting interaction (i.e., flirting) going on, I guess. And since flirting by pre-teens hasn't changed that much since time began, the girls decided to write a note to Cameron to advise him as to the putridness of his feet (I have to agree, actually.)

Since Cameron is Cameron, he basically looked at the note and said, "OK... now where's the popcorn?" But Karen being Karen, when she found out about the nasty (I'm GOING to get your attention, even if I have to be rude to do so) note, those girls got an earful... and Cameron received two very cute "I'm so sorry" notes.

When I presented the notes to Cam after school today, he looked completely blank for a moment... and then he said, "Mom, it was no big deal. I think one of the girls liked me, and now I feel really bad that THEY feel really bad... and my feet DO stink!"

Ah... the joys of growing up as a confident and caring (and a tad stinky) boy.