Man, there is some crazy kinda stink coming out of my boy.
Like rotting flesh and playdoh.
Or is it communism? I don’t know but it smells like 40 kinds of awful.
We went to a cafe after school today. Boo was beside himself as it was a gluten free cafe and he got to have a soy icecream in a freaking CONE!! The kid was swooning.
We were in a booth. I was
gulping my 4th sipping my latte, Moo chowing down on some cheesecake and Boo, well he was whispering sweet nothings to his icecream.
Then it hit me. Oh. My. God.
I looked a Moo, she looked at me and we decided it couldn’t be Boo cause that kid farts all the time and it had never smelt like that.
The smell was reminiscent of the caravan park that MPS’s brother put us in after driving 14 hours overnight to make arrangements for his mothers funeral. The caravan park next to the sewerage plant.
We shot a dirty look at the toddler in the next booth.
Then in the car. That smell again.
We pull into the driveway, heads out the window gulping fresh air.
I send Boo to the toilet, when I realise that the smell, the smell that would send the hounds of hell whimpering into a corner is coming from his mouth.
He is burping up that smell.
I interrogate him. Fat lot of good that is. All I get is ‘I don’t know’ or echolalic response.
But then I spy it. The half eaten remnants of one of the coconut truffles I made on the weekend. And the mocha ones. And they were choc full of cream, cream cheese and sweetened condensed milk.
Aaaaaaah! Yes, I know that smell. The smell that used to cauterize my nose hairs before we took him off dairy at 8 months old. Good ol’ cow lactation.
The little bastard must have swiped them from the fridge.
Tomorrow P (his teacher) will be in hysterics. Boo is going to his new classroom. With his new teacher for next year. She will get to sample first hand why it is not a good idea to let Boo eat something that is not part of his special diet.
Should I pack some air freshener? Pine or lavender?
Thankyou to all of you that have been scouring the stores for Hyper Dash for me. Or sending out your husbands *snigger*. Especially to those that parted with cold hard cash to ensure that Boo got his wish from Santa. I am truly humbled that you would even think to look for me. I am truly speechless at the wonderfulness of my internet friends.
And it is a rectangular box!!! Yay!