Nudist Camp

Last Saturday, as the sun was barely above the trees, I woke up drowsily and thought I might have heard one of the kids awake.

I laid there, secretly hoping it was a dream so I could go back to sleep.  I looked at the clock and it read 6:20 am.  UGH.

A few minutes later, I heard laughter coming from down the hall. 

"Damn", I thought.  "They are awake".  

I arrived at the kids' bedroom and slowly cracked open the door.  I could see both kids sitting on the floor between their beds, gigging.

All of the blankets, pillows and stuffed animals were also on the floor and they were sitting on top of them.

Completely naked.

Oh yes.  My darling children have learned how to undress themselves.  Down to their bare little bottoms.

Since then, I have found my son in the buff 3 more times.  He can strip down faster than a greased pig.

So far, it has only occurred within the privacy of our house.  Let's hope he doesn't feel the need for his "freedom" when we're standing in line at the grocery store.