Wednesday musing…

Things I love about the teenage boys I drive to and from lacrosse:

  • their passionate, ongoing discussion of lacrosse gear
  • their jokes- some of which I am somehow not supposed to hear or understand, despite being a sentient being 3 feet away
  • their crazy shorts
  • their offhand, polite “Thanks, Mrs. D,” as they load out of the car and lope toward the field

Things I do not love about the teenage boys I drive to and from lacrosse:

  • that wall of sweaty funk that hits you in the face, about 10 seconds after they get back into the car. Oh my God.

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