Sitting in my room, Tuttle sniffs his feet...

Tuttle: Ugh. Great, they smell. My shoes made them smell. I sprayed my feet with febreeze earlier, but I guess that wore off.

[Silence. Everyone stares. I glare.]

Tuttle: Okay, fine. I'll go spray them with febreeze again.
Me: Why don't you just wash them?!
Tuttle: My shoes?
Me: No! Your feet!