Surviving The Terrible Twos Is A Feet

(I’m sitting on the couch with my legs stretched out, and my two-year-old son is sitting on my lap. He lies back and sticks his feet in my face.)

Son: “Smell my feet!”

Me: “I don’t wanna smell your feet!”

Son: “Smell my feet!”

Me: *smelling his feet* “Ooh, those are stinky!”

(They smell a little dusty, but aren’t stinky or particularly dirty. He has me smell his feet a couple times, which makes him giggle.)

Son: *grabs my hands and smells them* “Your hands smell stinky!”

Me: *laughing* “Probably because they’ve been touching your stinky feet!”