The First, but I Suspect, not the Last

Apparently sometime last week, Cody did not eat his snack.  It simply stayed put, forgotten in the dark recesses of the outer pocket of his new backpack.

That is, until tonight.

It took me several minutes to determine what it was I was looking at.

Ah, a banana.  Or what used to be a banana.  It was now a rather offensive brown moist paste, dried around the edges and pealing off in chunky hunks.  It was smeared throughout the entire pocket, oozing from within the inside hidden pockets within the pocket, including in between the teeth of the zipper.  At least it didn’t smell.  Much.

I was more exasperated than anything and so directed Cody to a roll of paper towels and suggested he wet the towels before scraping out the brown paste.  Yuck!

He worked at it a few minutes and then, breathlessly announced that he had to stop because he was afraid he would throw up.  I nodded.  He has put in his time.

I don’t think I made it quite as long as he did before my gag reflex started to kick in.

All I can say is that I am very thankful for Spray n Wash and our poor, poor washing machine.

About Shoes

I am an elementary school teacher, a former microbiologist, a mom to a herd of two boys, and a grilled cheese sandwich and beer connoisseur.
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4 Responses to The First, but I Suspect, not the Last

  1. NickyB. says:

    Apple sauce is just as disgusting when left for days…ask me how I know!

  2. John Coleman says:

    Once had a cat that fancied puking or pooping on anything I valued–the former in a pair of slippers and the latter on my ISUS mini, thereafter known as the “craptop.” Peace.

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