So I was getting Gamble ready for the shower. Those of you who know him know he's famous for the whole Naked Boy thing. Running around like a sun worshipper.
So I don't think anything of him coming waltzing in naked to take his shower. Except we've started teaching him modesty.
You know, in preparation for school. I can't imagine how they'd take Naked Boy there.
So he comes in the other night to get into his shower. He says, "Daddie? You need to leave!"
"Gamble? Why would I need to leave? I'm getting your shower ready." Every night I set his jammies out, get his towel ready, and prep his toothbrush.
"Daddie! I need my privacy! Remember?" He gestures downward with both his palms open. "My wiener?"
Oh yeah. I remember now.
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