Clare wears mostly sundresses in the summer, and lately, in the process of getting ready in the morning, I’ve found her underwear still sitting on the coffee table long after she’s been dressed.
I nag her constantly to put them on, and she resists.
“I don’t want to put them on, mommy!”
Under my breath, “Because it’s fun to go commando.”
“Commando? What’s that?”
She flips her bare bottom into the air, doing a headstand on the couch.
“COMMANDO! COMMANDO! I’m going COMMANDO!”
Good thing there’s no current preschool teacher for her to repeat that one to.