Naked

I'm memory lane-ing today.

It could be that my current 3 year old's penchant for nakedness reminds me of another child who shared the same love for all things clothing-less when she was 3.

Many of my lovely neighbors in Utah witnessed this outfit.

It was a daily occurrence for Anne Marie to don her two pairs of tights and head out the door.

She is 6 now, and though her modesty has improved a great deal, she still wears leotards on a constant basis, and is loathe to be found wearing pajamas to bed. Much preferring a good bathing suit or just your basic underwear.

I used to wonder where she got it from.

And though I would love to show you the picture of myself at age 5 running through the sprinkler in just my underpants, I think I won't.

You'll just have to believe me that the resemblance is uncanny.

And I turned into a grownup who is fully aware that clothing is an essential part of life.

I in fact, wear it daily.

And I'm sure one day, Henry and Anne Marie will too.