I picked up my son from soccer camp today. He’s been going there every day and will be there every morning until the end of the week. This is his third year and from all accounts, he loves it.
Anyway, it’s been super hot here in Louisiana, so by the time I pick him up at noon, he’s very hot and sweaty.
He got in the car today, grabbed the bottle of water from the cup holder and said, “Oh, I smell like overcooked sausage. Sausage and dirt.”
“I guess you’ll have to take a shower when you get home.”
“Oh, yeah, I think so.”