The nekkid truth
When Lucy gets ready for her bath, she participates in the childhood-defining ritual of running around with no clothes on, screaming like a banshee.
(Your kids do this too, right? Um, right?)
Anyway…
Because your own child’s tushie is the cutest thing in the world, I started a game with Lucy eons ago called, “Mama get your Nekkid Bum*.” It’s a simple game, really: Lucy goes up with Eric on bath nights, and as she’s feeling the breeze on her skin while streaking, I start clomping up the stairs, yelling about nom-nom-nom-ing and raspberry-ing her butt.
There are few other games we play that release the giggles and excitement and anticipation like Mama get your Nekkid Bum. Lucy is positively in breathless in laughter at the top of the stairs, jumping and heaving and waiting for me to catch her. How can she not? It’s like Extreme Toddler Chase: Au Naturel.
After a particularly rousing, extended round the other night that drifted into after-bath time, Lucy comically ran from her bedroom with her arms clutching her vulnerable butt, looking like a cartoon character about to get jabbed with a hot brander.
“You know, this could cause some sort of complex,” I said to Eric, lunging after Lucy as she laughed hysterically.
“Good,” Eric replied. “Hopefully she’ll never want to take her clothes off.”
*I made sure to get video of this, now in the “Lucy’s wedding album” folder on our computer.
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Don’t forget to put it in the “Lucy’s first date” folder too …
You’re not alone, we have two bums around here that get chased any time there’s some nekkid flesh.
When Lexy runs upstairs with a nekkid butt, I threaten to bite it, she yells “NO MOMMY! If you eat my butt I’ll DIE!!!” (yes, she’s a little melodramatic).
Cait on the other hand runs for a bit then falls over so you can catch her, giggling like crazy. She apparently doesn’t mind having her butt bit.
Both girls love the bath, however Cait HATES the shower head I use to wash her hair. She stands up, screaming, tries to climb over me to get out of the tub and consequently we both end up getting a shower. It would be easier to pull her little toes off …
ah yes…good ol blackmail photos/videos.
I have quite a few stashed of my daughter and now my granddaughters. Poor girls…