Flasher!

Punk has become a nudist.
The diaper comes off at the drop of a hat, and The Man and I are left facing and chasing a naked baby around the house.
Or my personal favorite: go in to check on her during a nap or at night. She's butt up in the air and you've got an eyeful of oh my God!
I'm not a prude. My boys both love to be naked. After baths, Boo traditionally streaks through the house in a triumphant ode to free willy.
We've told the boy to be careful. He might put his eye out with that thing.
But there has to be a point where it ceases to be cute and its just becomes a problem.
Punk hit it this week when she grabbed a handful of poop and had a party.
I happened to be on the phone with The Man and he was puking a bit in his mouth while cleaning her up.
Better him than me.
Punk flashes in dresses, shirts, pants, skirts--you name it--she's gonna drop trou (think Janice Dickenson) and earn her some beads.
the Man is afraid for the future.
I'm thinking we could save a lot of money by having a child nudist colony.
But I'm sure there is law somewhere that prohibits it.
At least if we're caught.