My kids are mostly naked most of the time, or Nekkid as they like to say. If you show up at my house anytime of day, unless we have just walked in the door from somewhere, they are probably BOTH Nekkid.
Occasionally, they will don princess dresses and/or cowboy boots. But they prefer to be in panties and nothing more. Unless we have somewhere to go or someone is coming over, I really couldn’t care less if they are Nekkid or not.
Today, I drew a line in the sand and MADE them put clothes on. Anything. I didn’t care what it was. I was tired of their little nipples staring at me. There was a bribe involving Jell-O Jigglers, so Emma (the Bottomless Pit) RAN to get a shirt. She threw it on and sat down to finish her lunch. Aubrey walked in the kitchen, still in nothing but her birthday suit, and sat down at the table to finish eating. Emma looked at her condescendingly and exclaimed like a true Redneck, “GIT YOUR CWOTHES ON, NEKKID!”
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