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400 Disgusting
Aug. 30th, 2010 03:34 pmIt's not every day one can be told, "Eww, you smell disgusting!" and not mind a bit.
It helps that those words came out of my 4 year old's mouth. I might not have been as accepting if my husband had said the same thing.
Then again, maybe I would have, seeing as I'd just worked my butt off to gain that pungent aroma - today I spent over an hour watering the trees and flowers outside the fence, and weeding the path to the mailbox. In addition to my normal daily chores of feeding and watering the horse, geese and chickens, I also cleaned up a very large bag of horse manure and old hay.
By the time I was done laboring out in the heat, I was a pretty much a sweaty, stinky mess (I know, I know TMI, sorry), definitely due a shower, and found my son's commentary endearing.
I warned him that when he is sixteen and there is a girl he likes, he shouldn't say the same thing to her, as she probably wouldn't take it as well as I did. That type of talk made him sad, though, since he doesn't want to think about growing up just yet. To cheer him up, I told him to tell me again just how disgusting I am.
"You are 400 disgusting, Mommy." Aww, isn't he just the sweetest thing.
It helps that those words came out of my 4 year old's mouth. I might not have been as accepting if my husband had said the same thing.
Then again, maybe I would have, seeing as I'd just worked my butt off to gain that pungent aroma - today I spent over an hour watering the trees and flowers outside the fence, and weeding the path to the mailbox. In addition to my normal daily chores of feeding and watering the horse, geese and chickens, I also cleaned up a very large bag of horse manure and old hay.
By the time I was done laboring out in the heat, I was a pretty much a sweaty, stinky mess (I know, I know TMI, sorry), definitely due a shower, and found my son's commentary endearing.
I warned him that when he is sixteen and there is a girl he likes, he shouldn't say the same thing to her, as she probably wouldn't take it as well as I did. That type of talk made him sad, though, since he doesn't want to think about growing up just yet. To cheer him up, I told him to tell me again just how disgusting I am.
"You are 400 disgusting, Mommy." Aww, isn't he just the sweetest thing.
