In the Altogether

Many things in our household have a schedule.  Notice I did not say follow a schedule.  Nakedness, however, neither has a schedule nor follows any sort of timetable whatsoever.  I am referring, of course, to the boys' spontaneous undraping.  On a side note, I have noticed that one of the many triggers for the birthday suit bash seems to be meal time - a fact I do not wish to spend a lot of time analyzing because I am afraid of the implications.  That will be a task for my psychiatrist and the many hours of couch time that are almost certainly a part of my future.

Once again, as breakfast was coming to a close, the silent clarion call went out.  Before I knew it, Logan was at my side, leafless and crying.  Call it a hunch but I had the feeling he was not crying as a result of being au naturel.

"Why are you crying?" I asked, shaking my head.  "You seem to have forgotten your fig leaf."

"The boys closed the door to the family room in my face," he wailed.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said.

"But Da-ddy, I wanted the boys to laugh."

Well, I laughed.  Does that count?  Now, about your clothes...

- 14 January 2012