“Worrying again, kiddo?”
You can’t exactly hide the feeling from mum; she knows you too well.
“My boots,” you say, explaining all.
“Hmm,” she hums. To your surprise, mum takes one. “You know, I don’t think this will be a huge problem,” she says to your disbelief. “Because of how tight these were on I doubt you got any inside. It will just be the top that’s wet.”
It… makes sense, you reluctantly agree. You fidget nervously, wondering if that will weird you out too much.
“Besides, we can wash then and they probably already smelt bad from feet. “Mum gives you a slightly cheeky look. You press your lips together, refusing to show a hint of a smile. “They’ll go on the drying rack and by dry by the morning. Same with your ski pants”