Boy #1 is growing up. Getting taller, broader, etc etc. So when I picked him up from the sports camp he's been at for the last couple of days, red-faced and a bit sweaty, I suggested that he might want to take a shower when we got home.
To my relief, (because let's be honest, boys don't always see the need for such trivial pursuits as showers) he agreed and disappeared upstairs when we arrived back. Thirty minutes later he appeared in the kitchen; wet-haired, clearly cleaner but - and this, I think, may be where my understanding of boys and their priorities falls somewhat short - crucially in the same clothes he'd been wearing before his shower. The ones he'd been training in all morning. The ones that - well, I don't think I need to spell it out.
I pointed out that climbing back into his dirty kit - no matter how comfortable he found it - sort of negated the beneficial effects of the shower. His response? 'Mum, you asked me to take a shower. You didn't ask me to change my clothes as well..'
Lesson learned.
To my relief, (because let's be honest, boys don't always see the need for such trivial pursuits as showers) he agreed and disappeared upstairs when we arrived back. Thirty minutes later he appeared in the kitchen; wet-haired, clearly cleaner but - and this, I think, may be where my understanding of boys and their priorities falls somewhat short - crucially in the same clothes he'd been wearing before his shower. The ones he'd been training in all morning. The ones that - well, I don't think I need to spell it out.
I pointed out that climbing back into his dirty kit - no matter how comfortable he found it - sort of negated the beneficial effects of the shower. His response? 'Mum, you asked me to take a shower. You didn't ask me to change my clothes as well..'
Lesson learned.
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