This week, Boone has learned:
To play the smell-my-feet game. This is entirely my fault. It’s because one day I took off his slippers, and faced with the combination of manmade materials and a toddler boy’s feet, I couldn’t help but react with a high-pitched “Peeeeeuuwww!,” the pong being such that neither pretense nor exaggeration were required. Naturally, this initiated a series of belly laughs from Boone. He’s been making everyone smell his feet and cackling at their reactions ever since. My apologies.