Naked Girls
Bet that post title got your attention, eh?
So, coming home from picking N up at preschool today, I hurried into the kitchen to get C out of her seat, because she was fussing which means she was pretty darn hungry. This baby doesn't complain unless she really means business. So I nursed C and after that I began our lunch preparations. Then I glanced into the living room and saw this on the floor:
Yes, that's right: both my older girls had removed their clothing. N had removed everything but her underwear, and L had removed everything but her onesie. What is it about being naked that little kids find so fun? They must be freezing cold, and yet N asks to take her clothes off at least once a day. And she's taught her little sister the game too.
Today, as per usual, the game was removing clothing so that they could wrap themselves in their blankies and pretend they were wearing fancy gowns.
Usually, when N asks to play this game, she says "Mama, can I take off my clothes so that I can be a beautiful woman?" One of those questions that you have a hard time not laughing about.
(Today, L was a beautiful woman and a famous singer on stage, enchanting us with her performance:)
So, coming home from picking N up at preschool today, I hurried into the kitchen to get C out of her seat, because she was fussing which means she was pretty darn hungry. This baby doesn't complain unless she really means business. So I nursed C and after that I began our lunch preparations. Then I glanced into the living room and saw this on the floor:
Yes, that's right: both my older girls had removed their clothing. N had removed everything but her underwear, and L had removed everything but her onesie. What is it about being naked that little kids find so fun? They must be freezing cold, and yet N asks to take her clothes off at least once a day. And she's taught her little sister the game too.
Today, as per usual, the game was removing clothing so that they could wrap themselves in their blankies and pretend they were wearing fancy gowns.
Usually, when N asks to play this game, she says "Mama, can I take off my clothes so that I can be a beautiful woman?" One of those questions that you have a hard time not laughing about.
(Today, L was a beautiful woman and a famous singer on stage, enchanting us with her performance:)
I'm not quite sure why their "beautiful" blanky "dresses" cannot be worn over their clothing, but since N is the boss of this game, and she says they have to be naked underneath their dresses, this is the way it goes. She knows everything, you know. She's got life figured out!
For example, today on the way to preschool, Raffi sang on our car radio:
I'm a little green frog, swimming in the water... GOOMP, GOOMP, GOOMP!
N said, "Frogs don't say GOOMP. They say ribbit."
Mama said, "Well, N, you're right. We'll have to let Raffi know the next time we see him."
N said, "Okay. When he comes down off the stage, I'll tell him."
Mama said, "I'm sure you will."
Several minutes later...
N said, "Maybe we should write Raffi a letter. Mama, you will write, 'Frogs don't say GOOMP, they say ribbit,' and I will sign my name. Do you know where Raffi lives? We will put the letter in the mail, and he will get it in his mailbox. Is Raffi still living? Does he live around here? We need to write him a letter. Let's do it when I get home from school, Mom."
I assured her that Raffi was still living, and that we could write him a letter. I'm sure he'll be happy to hear the wisdom of this 3-year-old.
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