In the Buff
I’m not sure that I’ve been able to find anything that makes our kids happier than running around nearly nude. Ava asks every single night if she can run around with no pants and Noah has been known to walk around tugging on his clothes trying to get rid of them. Usually, we make them keep their clothes on (those tile floors are cold!) but, on nights when it’s still too long until bedtime and the TV isn’t an option, nudity is where it’s at.
Their favorite game to play is “chase” which just means that they run around screaming like crazy people. The only reason this is acceptable is that it’s the happy kind of laughing screaming rather than the “I want something now” kind of screaming. I’ll take loud and happy over loud and cranky any day – either way, it’s all just loud.
Strangely enough, the other fun game to play when running around in one’s underwear is dress up. Anyone remember this? Well, apparently, the Michael Phelps look is genetic.
If Noah had more words, I’m sure he’d be saying, “Silly parents, clothes are for grown ups.”