I would like to believe that modesty runs in my family. Like to. You've all heard about my grandmother prancing around her house in next to nothing on my mother's blog. Luke isn't far behind. Lately, every time I turn around he's taking his clothes off and going naked. Completely naked.
Oh, to be as uninhabited as little boys and crazy grandmothers!
I know it is normal for little kids to run around naked. I have very clear memories of my younger sister, Kelley, running around the neighborhood naked with nothing but a cast on her arm. (In fact, this was just a few years ago.)
At playgroup this week, Luke appeared naked, and asked me to put his bathing suit on. Interesting how he can get undressed, but he has problems getting dressed. Luke's full frontal initiated an interesting conversation about circumcision.
Then there was yesterday. I was at the church in the morning with several other adults, including the Bishop, setting some things up for a mutual activity. I heard someone say, "Where's Cristin?" and then Luke came around the corner naked from the waist down. He was playing with some "older" kids in the nursery, had wet his pants, immediately removed them, and was walking around the church naked. The 5 year olds were shouting, "Luke had an accident! Call 99119! Call 99119!" The Bishop walked past me while I was holding a naked Luke and trying to console a screaming Charlie. Not my proudest moment as a mother.
I just wish that I didn't get so embarrassed for him when he decides to get naked in public. I keep find myself saying out loud, "Oh, he's 2," because people always think he is older than he is. However, what if I find myself saying, "Oh, he's 4," or, "Oh, he's 12," and this never stops?!