The End Of Naked Time?

A while back I wrote about how the Boy loves to run around the house in the nude. Whether it's in the morning, when he has gotten out of his jammies, or at night when he has gotten out of his clothes, he always wants to take the opportunity to run from room to room, shouting "I'm naked!" at the top of his lungs. He usually makes several loops around the interior of the house, and probably would just keep running and shouting, if not for his mom or me telling him to stop. As of this writing, it is unclear exactly who he learned this from. At least that's the story that I'm going with.

This photo of the Boy having Naked Time was censored by the FCC. Too bad, because it was pretty funny.

We may have to put an end to Naked Time, though. Last night he was having a particularly fun time while streaking throughout the house. We all were laughing at him, which probably spurred him to extend the length of his run longer than usual. Well, this Naked Time lasted about a minute longer than it should have. I probably should have noticed that the three-foot-tall naked blur came running in one side of the kitchen that I also was in, but then never left through the other side. He stopped in the middle of the kitchen floor, and proceeded to leave a nice sized yellow puddle underneath a chair that just happened to be sitting there. The commotion that followed was frenzied but quick, and ended with the Boy being whisked away into an awaiting diaper.

We are tempted to let Naked Time happen at least a few more times. He really does have fun, and as long as we keep an eye on him, we should be able to keep the accidents to a minimum. Besides, I need to get at least one good Naked Time video. If I do, we'll be sure to play it at his wedding reception, whenever that may happen. Just one of the perks of being a parent.