As parents, we find ourselves saying things that, when child-free, we never imagined that we would say. Things like, “Don’t spit on the window, that’s gross!” “No, you can’t have cotton candy for dinner.” “Don’t eat crayons.” and the parental standard, “Because I said so, that’s why.” But the one thing I find myself saying the most, or asking rather, is: “Why are you naked?”

And I found myself asking just that question this morning, early this morning. I woke up at about 4:30 this morning, only three hours after I got to sleep. You see, I had made the mistake of eating after I got home from work, then taking an allergy pill, and then conking out on the Widow-maker (the sofa). At 4:30 on this ill-fated morning, I woke with the worst heartburn. I got up, moved over to the comfy chair and tried, in vain, to go back to sleep. (I can’t sleep on our bed right now, the mattress is more uncomfortable than the Widow-maker.) Monkey came stumbling in at about 6 a.m., grumbled a bit, and fell back asleep on the sofa.

At 6:30 am, I was just starting to doze off again when Pumpkin put in an appearance, wrapped in her blanket. She wasn’t interested in going back to sleep, she wanted to play. I got her a cereal bar, turned on some cartoons, told her to be quiet, and went back to sleep. Some time later, I woke up and looked over at my little blanket-wrapped sweetie. The blanket wasn’t completely wrapped around her and I could tell she was no longer wearing her shirt.

“Why are you naked?” I asked for about the millionth time. “That because I took off my clothes,” she answered. (I was a little shocked, it’s mostly been rhetorical until this point.)

Turns out she was starkers; I gotta remember to wash that blanket. So I stumbled around, found some mismatched shorts and shirt for her, and managed to put the shirt on top and the shorts on bottom. I still can’t tell if she just likes to be au naturel or if she likes to change clothes a lot. After we got home from Mayfest today, she decided that her current dress just wouldn’t do. She stripped down and demanded a new shirt. Right now she’s on outfit-of-the-day number 4 (if you count the blanket-toga).

This is why I can’t get ahead on the laundry.

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