I’ll tell you what’s wrong.
On Monday, I dropped off my brilliant, beautiful, unbelievably awesome, second born at summer camp. Today, five days later, I picked him up carrying FOUR pairs of CLEAN SOCKS.
Um…..Ew. Just Ew.
It can be easy to overlook that the feet of the ones closest to us need to be washed, too. Unless of course they wear one pair of socks for a week. Then it’s pretty obvious.
What’s wrong with this picture is that I haven’t washed my son’s feet in ages.