Just re-read this post from last summer and HAD TO SHARE it again. Thanks again little brother for the nude swimming influence. I’ll get you back one day. Just wait.

Innocent. And yet warped.

Thanks to my brother Joey, my boys have discovered the fine art of skinny dipping. Apparently when spending the night at my brother’s house a couple of weeks ago my little men (and their cousin) decided to take a naked midnight swim.

Of course they loved it instantly.  Because they were boys.  And they were naked.  And nobody cared.  And they were naked. And it was in the dark. And they were naked.

You feeling me here?  The key word is NAKED.

So the next day my entire family (mother, father, cousins, aunts, uncles… ) were spending the day together when we were treated to a play-by-play of the previous evening’s naked festivities.

Funny?  Yes, IF you were not their mother.

Right about the time when my embarrassment reached its pinnacle, my son turned to me and said, “Hey mom.  Can we go skinny dipping again?  Like, AS A FAMILY?”

Um, no son.  No, we can’t.