I’m learning a lot raising boys. Like just how much they love to be naked.
Completely nude. I suppose little kids, in general, do. But as the mother of three boys, I think especially boys love to be naked . . . as often as they can and for as long as they can. Wherever they can.
I never planned to visit a nudist colony, but with three sons of my own, I sometimes feel like I live in one.
What do I do about it? Nothing, as long as they are appropriately dressed when we go in public (i.e. in underwear and pants or shorts of some sort). I know that one day, sooner than I think, these little tushies will stop running by me bare, and will be covered by clothes and too big to sit on my lap. In the meantime, I keep my clothes on and I laugh.