There will be nudity….or at least partial nudity. It’s just how it is with boys. Usually by bed time there is at least one child in my house without a shirt. Sometimes without pants. Often enough they are in just a diaper or just underwear, and I’m not surprised if there is a little one running around in his birthday suit.
I don’t know how long it will last…but I’ve embraced it as life as a mother of boys. Tonight this is how we ended up after dinner. Elias had spilled water on his knee and decided he’d rather not wear pants. Simon ate both yogurt and cornbread and destroyed his shirt. I told them to smile, and Elias started dancing…hence the funny expression and body position.