Czech Soles - Bratty feet after running

DESCRIPTION: Jack’s peace is obliterated when this tiny tornado bursts in—kicking his legs, poking his ribs, and plopping her sneakers onto his lap. "Smell them! Do they stink? Smell!" She yanks his sleeve, her sock’s damp toe glistening under the light. "Do it yourself," he grumbles, but she shoves her foot against his nose, giggling. "Scared? Huh?" Finally, he sniffs—sour cotton, still warm—just to shut her up. "Happy? Go away." "Now barefoot!" She wiggles her toes, daring him. "One sniff. Then you leave," he bargains. Her grin says it all: "Or... maybe I’ll make you lick next~".