...but he rarely ever listens. He has this aversion to being barefoot that I don't understand. Barefoot is beautiful. "Embrace your inner Africa I tell him".
I don't really tell him that, but I figure his ancestors were all about the barefoot. He needs to get back to basics.
The worst part about the whole thing is that he swears he doesn't track dirt in. Whenever I find dirt around the house he totally blames it all on the kids.
...despite the fact that all summer long, my mudroom is filled with sand from his fishing adventures
This is the sweat little gift he left behind this evening.
I hate dirt.