Kids stink. Literally. When they're babies, it's spit up and poopy diapers. As they get older, it becomes grime and dirty socks. Not to mention teenage body odor. I cringe just thinking about what I'm going to smell in the next few years!
Two years ago, I noticed a particularly foul odor. It was coming from the laundry room. I searched in the washing machine. I searched in the dryer. I searched in the cracks and crevices behind the washer and dryer. But I couldn't find the culprit. Finally, I spotted my son's backpack. As soon as I unzipped it, I knew this was the source of the problem. I couldn't imagine what could possibly be causing it.
Of course, the backpack was completely stuffed with papers, books, and objects having little or nothing to do with school. It took a while to get to the bottom. But when I got there, I found a rotting peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It had to be at least two weeks old.
"Bubba," I called. "Why didn't you eat your lunch?"
I don't remember his excuse. But what I do remember, is that his retort was, "Mama, you should've cleaned my backpack. Then it wouldn't have had this putrid odor!"
Of course. It's always the Mama's fault!