One day last week Julia escaped from Bill at the midway point between getting undressed and getting dressed.
We found her standing on the back of the couch in the living room, which is below the GREAT BIG WINDOW that faces the street. She stood there, unclad, leaning against the window, for all the world to see.
And on Saturday morning, the day of Alex’s birthday party (as described in the previous post), he came out of the bathroom without a stitch of clothing on.
"Go get your underwear!" I hollered in mock horror, to which he explained:
"But when my friends get here I want them to think I’m silly!"