Yep. It’s 2 little boys.
Maybe I’ve gotten used to the aromas they emit, they’ve been here awhile.
The Lil’wrekker said I’m nose blind about them. She said it’s awful. And I need to fix it
The Lil’wrekker told me we had to talk to their Mom(Mid-daughter).
She was basically a complaint machine. Sending her stink money out like a hellish B.O. ATM.
These boys are not so dirty. No more than regular little boys. They run, play and sweat like normal kids.
The youngish does walk around asking people to pull his ‘fanger’ Like someones older Uncle. Seems he can fart on command. A skill, for sure. Not sure how he’ll be able to monitize it when he grows up.
I think they’re too young to blame it on puberty.
The older boy eats way too much. I don’t have too much junk food around, but he eats anything. And I mean ANYTHING. I make chicken liver cat treats and he loves them. They are all people food. I wouldn’t let him eat real cat or dog food.
Baths and showers are quick events. Mother monitors, screaming at them to wash ‘All’ their parts.
She’s anal, oh that’s bad choice of words, She’s particular about it. Teeth brushing as well.
So… Lil’ Miss odor police said , “We have to talk to her about her stinko kids!”
Nope nope nope. Not me.
I started stuttering as soon as she said that. She accused me of faking. Sometimes she can be a brat. I told her she would have to tell her. I would attend and nod alot.
The time before cooking the evening meal and when I was up from my nap, was chosen.
I tried to sleep longer, but, Oh, no. I wasn’t sleeping thru this. Lil’Miss ‘Confront you older, bigger, who has a black belt Sister’ made sure I was awakened.
It started kinda lame. Hemming and hawing. I finally stuttered out: "Your Sister thinks you kids stink really bad and it’s upsetting her delicate sensibilities.
Then the tears came.
No, big sister did not kill little sister.
She said she realized the boys stank to high heaven.
She also stated for safetys sake never go in the bathroom soon after them.
I nodded in agreement. Been there, done that.
I started giggling. Giggling while stuttering is just weird. I couldn’t stop though. Tears of my own came.
Big sister and little sister were disgusted with me.
They left the room in a huff.
Then the youngest boy ran in the house and said: “Nana, pull my fanger”