Quatro was having a bad hair morning, so he came to me for help. As I combed the snarls out of his hair, he sat in front of me. He reached into his pocket, pulled out something and sniffed it. Then he said, "Blech!" and shrugged his shoulders and stuck it back in his pants.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Oh. My dirty socks." he replied.
"Um, in your pocket??"
"Yes, ma'am. They stink!! You want to smell them?"
"Should I even ask why you have dirty socks in your pocket??" I asked.
"Well, you told me to stop leaving them on the Living Room floor or else...so when I took them off I stuffed them in my pocket." he said.
(Ohh...so it's MY fault. Well, yes, I am quite tired of finding heaps and piles of his clothing under the sofa and beside the Wii. He takes off socks and shirts and leaves them everywhere. It's irritating to say the least.)
"Wait a minute..." I thought about it. "Do you mean to tell me that your wearing the SAME dirty pants you had on yesterday? WITH the stinky socks in the pocket??" Busted!
"I have socks in my bookbag, too!"
Never mind. Clearly this is on-the-job career training. He's practicing to be a Hobo when he grows up.