I Love You, Stinky Face

Have you ever read that book? Really cute. It's one of JJ's favorite. If you have boys, you must get it. It's adorable.

But that's not the stinky problem that is eating at me right now.

I'm really not sure I should blog about this because I really don't ever want them to find me out. I really like these kids, they are sweet. And their parents have been nothing but nice to us. But I have to tell someone.

We started a carpool with two of our neighbors who attend the same school as us. I drive in the mornings, since I am going to work anyway, and they split the afternoons. It works well for all of us.

Well, the kids that I pick up first, um, how do I say this nicely, they REEK. BAD. Make me want to throw up in my mouth a little bit. I can't quite place the rancid combination, but let's just say it's a bit of cigarette smoke combined with musty clothes and then add a bit of some kind of air "freshener" that I am sure the parents *think* takes the nasty smell out. OMG. It is horrible.

I am so embarrassed for them. They are oblivious to it, obviously. I almost feel bad for the other kids I pick up. But most of all, I hope they don't think it's US that stink. I mean, they are leaving that rancid smell in my car. Ick.

I really don't know what to do. My first instinct is to Febreeze them/my car every morning, but I think that might be a wee bit obvious, no? I try to crack the windows in hope that all of the stinky will get sucked out the windows, but no such luck. I need to figure something out before winter when it will be impossible to do even that.

You wish you were me right now, don't you?