All of my children have gone through a "naked" stage. When Emma and Abigail were little I actualy let them have naked time just before baths. They were happy little larks running around all over the place naked as jaybirds. But on occassion they would have random acts of nakedness. Not a big deal, I think little kids just like to be naked sometimes.
My youngest two, on the otherhand, think that nakedness is an art form. They like to begin everyday by completely stripping off their pajamas and pull-ups and sitting their naked butts on my couch. I find this quite disturbing. I serioulsy do not want their naked selves on my couch. When I try to explain to them that they need to get dressed they look at me like I am some kind of freak. Seriously? I just want you to put clothes on.
These two have also been known to strip off their clothes in the backyard. Honestly, I don't know what is wrong with them. Did I have one too many cokes when I was pregnant? Did I stand to close to the microwave? I just don't know. Really, it's pretty sad when my neighbor says she's seen my kids naked more time than she has seen her own kids!
I swear, I am not running a nudist colongy. I just wish I could convince the kids of that!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
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