This is what I live with. Except it's not my husband, it's my sweet daughters. They come rolling out of bed on weekend mornings, with messy hair and morning breath, and decide they are too warm in their p.j.'s so they strip down to their underwear. Then they will remain in nothing but their underwear for as long as possible. On a perfect day (for them) this will extend all the way to bedtime. By that time they have wrestled with the dog, built forts, made an infinite number of snacks, and played some Wii all of which has left the rear of their spanky pants sagging to the middle of their thighs.
I alternate between being mortified that I'm the mother of these little Homers, and thinking it's the cutest thing ever.
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My kids declare it "nude day" sometimes, and then run around the house buck naked. I think I'd prefer the undies. ;) I wonder if Emi will be the nudist he brothers are!
Sometimes I have to deal with the boys running around the house shirtless, but that's usually as far as it goes. The littlest one rolls out of bed and immediately announces "I want get dressed" ... he will not stay in jammies, and he has to be dressed completely (socks and shoes).
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