Boy sweat.
Gotta love it. Or do you? It’s a smell only a momma can love. Or a grandma. Or, come to think of it, a gang of equally sweaty boys.
Little Brother spent a few nights with me last weekend, and like most seven- going on eight-year-olds, he is obsessed with bodily functions.
If you don’t want to know, don’t ask him. He prides himself on the number of days he can go undetected without a bath. …
