An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Stink, Stank, Stunk

As a mom of boys, I have learned that whenever I pick them up from practice -- whether it's football, basketball, tennis, or soccer -- it is of the utmost importance to drive home with the windows open, regardless of the weather. Rain or shine, sweltering or freezing, the window is open.

This is called survival mode because when a boy enters the van in all his sweaty glory after a 2-hour practice, the air quality is severely affected. And I need to breathe.

Yesterday I experienced an entirely new level of stink. Brace yourself.

"Oh my gosh, Mom," said Timothy as we were driving home after a soccer game. "My knees are so sweaty and my knee pads really stink. Here. Smell."


I am not going to say anything except this ...

knees sweat.

Who knew?


Beth Cotell said...

The stink is real for sure. And I only have one son!

And I imagine you can't wash the knee pads so do you just get new ones or can you Febreeze the heck out of them?

Gigi said...

I can relate! My son played football in high school and it was disgusting. Even MORE disgusting? The time he left the outfit, pads, etc. in the trunk of my car - in the height of summer - I thought I was going to die when I got in the car the next morning.

As much as I love my boy - they can be gross.