My children have never been big on clothes. Oh, they are willing to put on clothing when I request it because we are perhaps going to school or to see friends, but at home? They are nudist.
In fact, about 90% of the photographs I take, I have to crop at the waist or add censor buttons. Seriously, check out my birthday post or my family at dinner post or come over unexpectedly, and I promise that 2 flashes of white will greet you as I implore: Can you at least put on underwear? Please?
This is all fine. My sister didn’t wear clothing until she was 5, and my husband used to have a sign on his dorm room warning people when he was lounging in the nude. I have no problem with butts and skin and letting it all hang out. Plus, I save a lot of money on laundry and clothing particularly pajamas.
I would have nothing much to say on the matter except I noticed a strange phenomenon. Over the last year or so, my children have adopted good guy and bad guy stories to their play. Age-appropriate and strengthens conflict resolution skills, right? Yup, well, except the only difference between the good guys and the bad guys is clothing.
Bad guys never wear clothes. EVER.
I’m raising villains.