No, Curtis and I aren't walking around in the buff (you're welcome, neighbors). It's our kids. And as cute as children's tiny bare butts can be, they get a little tiring when they're perpetually on display.
I thought maybe when Colin turned 4 a few weeks ago, he would miraculously understand the necessity of clothing - but no such luck. His near-constant state of undress is interrupted only by trips out of the house (damn grocery stores and their no shirt/no shoes/no service policy). If he's at home, you can bet he's ... um ... flapping in the wind, whether he's sleeping or eating or playing. If someone rings the bell, I have to shoo Colin away so he doesn't flash whoever's at the door (such as the Chinese food delivery guy who once got an unfortunate eyeful. Oops).
And Cameron. He's just realized he can take off his diaper, and is putting this newfound skill to good use. Yesterday, in the time it took me to get the dog some water, Cameron had stripped down and run onto our back porch ... and was waving at our neighbors, who were having a barbecue. With company. Awesome.
I've recently tried to implement a "please, for the love of God, at least wear underwear" policy. Colin has at least ten pairs of various undies, and if he's not wearing one, he gets a toy taken away until he puts on a pair. The problem is, I'm having a lot of trouble being consistent on this one - because I'm so used to seeing him naked that half the time I don't even notice he isn't wearing anything. I swear I see his "brown eye" just about as often as I see his blue ones ... so it, like every other uncovered inch of his body, has become part of my daily scenery.
As I do with all mystifying parenting dilemmas (and oh my, aren't there hundreds?) I have researched this exhaustively on the Internet. Apparently it's not that uncommon and children grow out of it - though some still continue to strip down after, say, coming home from Kindergarten for the day.
I hope and pray it doesn't last beyond that ... because as much as I want my sons to grow up and become something that makes them happy, "male stripper" doesn't quite make a mother's heart swell with pride.