Dear Caleb,
I am sorry that I hid your cowboy boots of pleasure today. Although I love the smile that fills your face when you march around the house in them, the smell is killing me. Due to your adamant refusal to wear socks, these boots make your feet smell worse than rotten cabbage... and it is making me sick. I scrubbed your feet multiple times this morning, and your feet continue to smell.
Until you learn the value of socks... I am afraid these boots will continue to hide in my closet under Dad's old pants.
Love,
Mom
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