This boy of mine cracks me up! He loves to lounge in his underwear (is this genetic?), can't get enough of bugs, has more energy than I find possible to deal with, and attracts dirt like white on rice. Last week as I was picking up his room I was hit by a powerful smell. After much sniffing his sisters and I figured out that the source was located in one of the hollow bedposts. Gross. A flashlight revealed a fluid pooled in the bottom of the bed post.
"Spencer, did you put something in there?" I asked.
"Do you mean the old soy cheese that I didn't like?" he returned.
"Why would you put that in there?" Why am I asking a three-year old questions like this?
"Well, I didn't want it. It's not good." So matter of fact. That's what everyone does with cheese that they don't like; find a hole to stuff it in.
I did the only thing I could think of. I stuffed a bandanna in the opening to trap the smell. I'm going to clean it soon.