My friend Michele invited The Family Joy over for post nap play, dinnner and a walk in the nature preserve yesterday.
"If it's warm out," she told us, "bring swim suits for the kids because we just got a new inflatable pool..."
Well, it was warm out.
[Of course I totally forgot the bathing suits.]
It didn't matter though. Apparently, I'm raising my little people right because they took one look at the inflatable pool and demanded to be stripped naked.
"Take my clothes off NOW, Mommy!!"
Michele's husband offered The Mayor a swim diaper ( "in case he would feel more comfortable" ) but my boy wholly rejected those good intentions.
Nekkid is IN.
The Mayor frolicked about in the inflated pool waving his host's plastic, toy golf club in the air, smacking the pool toys and splashing the water with it.
Then he turned to Michele and her husband and said,
"Hey! Look what I can do! I can put this golf club up my butt!!"
Just like that, in all his nude glory, he wedged the toy 5 Iron between his butt cheeks, grinned like a maniac and waited for applause.
What on EARTH is Michele going to tell her son today when he wants to play with his toy golf set?
"Sorry, bud. Golf stinks."
Want to have us over?
Art by Kari Christensen