Arch sat at the table working on homework, but he kept covering his face and moaning, "That SMELL! I can't concentrate because of that SMELL!" He often says he can't concentrate because ____ (there are a thousand reasons), so I didn't take him too seriously. I said, Well, I cleaned the oven today, and I'm making chicken stock, so maybe you smell one of those things. "No, it smells like DIRTY SOCKS" he informed me. It was strange that the chicken or the oven would smell like socks, but I let it go. Why argue.
A few minutes later he needed some help with his worksheet and I walked over to him and walked into an awful cloud of BAD SMELL. You know in cartoons how they picture the aroma around a skunk as a green cloud? Yeah, that's what I walked into when I got to Archer. Bad. And it smelled like Really. Dirty. Socks. I looked at him, I looked at his clean-looking feet, and I said, "Archer, please don't get upset, but I think its your socks that smell bad." He didn't believe me, until he put his feet up to his nose. And nearly passed out. "EWWW!!! I can't believe its MY socks that smell that bad!" We had a good laugh about it, and I was relieved he wasn't mad (it can so easily go either way), he removed the offensive socks and we continued on with the homework. Laughing all the way.
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