We have a problem.
He has a problem.
A huge problem.
I mean look at that face.
Is that not the picture of sweetness?
Well, maybe not this exact picture.
He looks a wee bit suspicious here!
How could this abhorrent problem
be coming from my little gem of a boy?
I am at my wits end with the problem.
I have yelled about it.
I have cried about it.
I have begged for it to end.
To no avail.
What is this horrendous problem you wonder?
His feet stink in his favorite shoes.
These are his absolute most favorite shoes.
(Typical boy, eh?)
I have devised a plan.
The shoes must meet their demise.
Tonight, after he is in bed,
I am going to get protective gloves on,
as well as a face mask,
and put them out for the trash men.
Say a prayer when you read this!
No, he will be just fine-
he has a zillion other choices.
I am thinking about writing a warning note on the trash can lid.
They really are THAT bad.
Do you have any smelly shoe issues at your house?