I always wondered when I would cut my children off from my nakedness. When would we all need more privacy? Well that day has dawned for a reason I didn't even consider. Their bizarre commentary on my body. Son was cut off awhile back, but daughter found herself crossed off the list today too.
Me: (Changing after shower)
Daughter: Mom! It looks like your stomach is throwing up!
Me: What? (Looking down)
Daughter: Here. (Points to a fan of purple red stretch marks). That looks like puke.
Daughter also does like to know what's what with the body so in the interest of womanly education I do my best to answer her questions. Perhaps giving her too much information?
Son: WHAT. Are these? (Holds up a bunch of new, clean pantyliners)
Daughter: Those are for the BLOOOOOOOOOD. The bloooooooood.
Son: (Laughing and chasing daughter around with pantyliners) BLOOD!!!
Yeah. It's time for some locked doors and a house with more than one bathroom.