Am I the only one wearing any clothes here? 



Sunday: neighborhood Fathers Day Parade. The concept is that the dads parade down the street to the lake in their nightwear. It's an assortment of PJs, bathrobes and old sweats. But D. announced to anyone who would listen, "My daddy couldn't wear his PJs in the parade, because he doesn't wear any! He can't march naked!"

Of course, we still don't know most of these neighbors. That should start us out on the right foot, no?

Monday: son D. still won't wear clothing after using the potty. He announces that he will be eating dinner naked. OK. As long as it keeps him out if his diaper, I won't argue. Until daughter D. argues that if he can eat dinner naked, so can she. And she proceeds to disrobe. Because it is in the high 80s here, I just let it go and served dinner....and prayed that none of the neighbors who heard her at the parade could see in the windows...

 

Posted: Tue - June 21, 2005 at 09:15 PM          

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