My Filthy Little Hobo

When I pick the kids up from daycare, they are usually playing in the playground. It’s very sweet the way they come racing, full-speed, down the hill, arms open wide, yelling “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” I have to brace myself for impact or I’ll be knocked on my ass in the dirt.

They give me bear hugs and rub their filthy little faces all over my nice clean work clothes. I look around and notice that none of the other children are near as filthy as mine are and I wonder, “Do the other kids all stand around in a circle, dumping dirt and sand on my children until someone signals that I’ve arrived on the property?”

I herd them out to the van (but that’s a post for another day) and our conversation yesterday went a little like this…

Mom: Did you have a good day today? What did you do?

Boy: Mommy, what do I look like?

Mom: What? 

Boy: What do I look like?

Mom: Well, you look filthy. There’s dirt all over your face.

Boy: What do I look like?

Mom: You look like a dirty hobo.

Boy: What’s a hobo?

Mom: A hobo is somebody who doesn’t have a home and wanders all over the country.

Girl: Mommy my tummy hurts.

Mom: Why does your tummy hurt?

Girl: Because I’m hungry.

Boy: Hobos don’t have baths.

Mom: No they don’t. And we’ll have supper as soon as we get home.

Girl: Mommy, you’re a hobo.

We got home and the first thing the boy says to his dad is, “Daddy, I’m a dirty hobo.”




About dirtyrottenparenting

I'm a parent of two lovely (most of the time) children. I work full time out of the home and I don't cook well, bake, sew, or do crafty things. I keep my high heels and jewelry at my office because there's no point in having them at home.
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2 Responses to My Filthy Little Hobo

  1. SaraBeth says:

    I love and live this post daily. Last night my son came home with so much sand in his scalp it was like he’d been to a spa for some deep exfoliating mask, complete with teeth cleansing rocks in his pocket for an after super “snack”. Dirty hobos indeed!

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