This is the “snack” my 16-year-old son made for himself after school.
That’s buttered noodles and mashed potatoes mixed with meatloaf. I asked him if he thought he should eat something more healthy for his “snack” and he said, “I don’t want vegetables when I’m really hungry. They’re not good.” I told him, “well, you might not think they’re good, but they’re good for you.”
He thought for a second and said, “Mom, it’s like going to school after school is over. See, I know school is good for me, but I don’t like it. That’s why I don’t go to school after school is over.”
Right. That’s exactly like snacking on vegetables.
A few hours later (once the lug of starchy foods had made its way from his stomach into our plumbing) he got ready to go to a pick-up soccer game. He wanted to skip dinner so he wouldn’t have to play on a full stomach. I told him that was fine, as long as he had little snack to hold him over. Inexplicably, he had an apple. As I watched him eat (if you’ve ever fed a horse and apple you can go ahead and picture that – it’s pretty much the same thing) I noticed the shorts he was wearing were filthy. Really filthy. I asked if he was planning to wear those shorts to the game. He said, “No, Mom I’m going to change into jeans. Duh.”
I don’t appreciate his sarcasm. I pointed out that those shorts made him look homeless. He didn’t care.
The soccer socks he had on looked equally disgusting. I asked if they were clean. He said, “Yes, they’re clean. I checked. I sniffed them. That’s what I always do with my socks. I hold them up to my face and sniff them really hard to see if they smell bad. Sometimes it gives me a headache.”
I said, “you know, some of us do this weird thing, we put clean clothes in the drawer and then after we wear them we put them in the hamper. That way we don’t have to get headaches from sniffing our socks.”
“Mom, you lost me at drawer. YOLO!”
I decided not to ask how he knew if his underwear were clean.
If you didn’t mention his name, I thought this is Jackson talking!
Hahaha! YOLO! (whatever this means…)
Oh, you did not mention his name after all.. =) That should read, “If you didn’t mention the age”….
YOLO means “You Only Live Once” and it’s popular because apparently our youth here have just learned this concept called life.
Why take advantage of mom’s free laundry service when there’s the old sniff test?
i loathe teenagers!!!!!
I had to google yolo.
Oh man… teenage boys are gross!
Boys are dumb. The end.
This brings back so many memories…I’d forgotten what it was like to live with teenage boys. God bless you.
OMGosh! After my daughter wears her soccer socks you have to wash them…they reek…and sometimes they try and crawl out of her room into the laundry room. Headache indeed!!!!
Thanks for the giggle.
So this is what I have to forward to? Dirty socks, headaches and…YOLO? Guess I’ll give Zuki that soda after all.
Bwhahahah.. yeah mine holler YOLO and I say noooo you LIVE everyday you wake up taking breath you can only die once and that is a high possibility if you don’t clean that pig sty of a room.. just a helpful suggestion..
I read a quote from, of all people, Jack Black, which said,”I’m fairly certain YOLO is just Carpe Diem for stupid people”
Thank goodness mine are grown now. He’ll get better in a year or two, most likely. 
My teenager’s floor is covered with his dirty clothes. I don’t think he puts them back on though. At least there’s that…
So maybe John should start sniffing his shorts before he puts them on. LOL this post was funny. He does eat some gross stuff when he mixes everything together. Love that boy
I have definitely played the clean underwear odds and lost.
More than once.
ACK. I usually get a headache when I sniff my wine glass really hard (and then drink all its contents really fast before filling it up some more).
HAaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, you sniffed them!
Do you sniff the undies, too?
Fabulous Mama. Xx
Oh, that’s just disgusting! Only because I know I’ll be smelling teenage socks before I can say YOLO.
YOLO, B! YO-LO!!!