My husband is modest.
Much more modest than I am.
So he isn't overly enthusiastic when my boys run through the house shaking their naked tooshies and yelling, "Naked dance!"
He tolerates it for a few seconds, shakes his head and says, "Go put some clothes on!"
Last night Troy had a meeting at the church. When my boys were finished with their bath they both burst into their bedroom screaming, "Naked dance." I laughed. Then, Garrett struck a victory position.
He thrust one foot forward, pumped his hand in the air and shrieked, "The power of naked!"
I...just...I...don't...even...know...what...that...means.
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