The Paradox of the Socks

Our household is now in the proud possession a teenager: Alex turned thirteen today . . . it's bizarre to have a child this old-- especially since he still looks like a little kid-- and equally bizarre that I am taking him and some of his friends to a rated R movie on Friday (Logan) instead of something more tame and typical, such as The Lego Batman movie-- but though Alex has entered puberty in a numerical sense, it's my younger son Ian (who is 11) who possesses all the hormones: lately, after he's done something athletic, his feet and socks smell to high heaven, while Alex's aren't offensive at all.

4 comments:

Johnny G said...

I have high hopes (for Logan, not the smell of Ian's feet).

zman said...

What's up with the gecko?

Dave said...

gecko seems to be thriving (perhaps he likes the dense musky jungle odor of rancid socks)

i'll review logan

Dave said...

hi johnny!

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