My son has just returned from his school residential trip. This was only his second time away from home alone. The first time was a church weekend when he went and returned wearing exactly, and I mean exactly, the same clothes.
18 months and a fair amount of intensive training in personal hygiene later, I didn't really hold out much hope of a more successful event - boys will be boys after all.
So imagine the joy of seeing him arriving home wearing different shirt and jeans than those he had left in, two days earlier.
Imagine the pride swelling in my chest when he handed me a plastic bag full of laundry, sorted just like I'd explained to him to do, from his trip to wash.
And imagine the smell when he removed his trainers to reveal he'd worn the same socks for three days running.
Imagine the pride swelling in my chest when he handed me a plastic bag full of laundry, sorted just like I'd explained to him to do, from his trip to wash.
And imagine the smell when he removed his trainers to reveal he'd worn the same socks for three days running.
5 comments:
um, would it be unkind to mutter things like "Tansen, trainers, open windows, phew"? Maybe it's in his genes and nothing to do with the socks.... if you get the drift!
Not at all, this is the root of the problem - my son inherited his dad's cheesy feet!
But he got his mum's good looks and brains, so he'll be ok :-)
Matthew did very well, he came home with an extra t-shirt and a couple of pairs of socks, that reminds me I must put them on ebay.
At least he tried! One step at a time, Ali (if you'll forgive the pun.)
Robert, are any of them Michael's??
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