It is SOS’s first full day home from 7 weeks of camp.

Judging by what came out of his duffel bags, he must have swam in his clothes and then rolled around in sand and soil and let them ferment.  Nothing to do but “up-cycle” them as, well, trash.

SIDEBAR:  Not all of his stuff is beyond salvage.  We just need to dye them all either black or gray so that each article has a uniform color.

The Cape Cod Crud is essentially off (baby oil is a tried and true remedy), but his feet need work.  And only boys can scratch themselves without thinking it is a problem.  (We have bought copious amounts of the necessary sprays and emollients.)  But, so far (a little over 24 hours), SOS is polite and helpful.  So camp and communal living must have done something good.

So it was odd, non-linear and totally out of left field when, tonight, in addition to requesting a nail brush and extra-strength shampoo (even though he is having a serious hair cut tomorrow), he asked:

“[Blogger], can I get something in addition to soap?  I mean, not just for attracting girls, but so everyone know that I am clean and fresh-smelling.”

Whoa, my little baby has grown.  And I am smiling ear to ear.  And I am going to research male chastity belts because some of my friends are parents of girls.