This is going to be one of those blog posts that The Munch is really going to resent me for in the future. Knowing this let me just say to future Munch, sorry. I just had to.
Two-year old Munch, who is now potty trained, refuses to wear underwear. It is just not her thing. Maybe this could work out if she didn’t insist on wearing her party dress every day of her life. Call me old fashioned, but party dress and no panties is pretty much a recipe for trouble. I am living in a 24-hour porno up in here.
Now I get where she is coming from. Underwear does kind of suck. And come to think of it so do pants. I am sure it is much more comfortable and freeing for the wind to graze your genitals and keep that whole area fresh. I am empathetic to her cause and try not to think about it too deeply as she crawls all over my lap, couch, and pillows.
But what happens when I take her out into the world? Or people come over to the house? My mom tells me that my brother and I would also like to be naked as children, and that one fateful evening my brother was climbing on one of my mother’s house guest with his “wingy ding” flopping round in their ear. (* I forgot to mention this blog post will also be one that my brother will currently resent me for). Am I going to be type of parent that lets her child flash dance in her guests faces? Probably.
My mom also suggested we get her really pretty underwear that she would be excited about. So she had some delivered and we ceremoniously opened them and talked all about these magic underwear that were so beautiful. The Munch did like the underwear, and took great joy in looking at them, folding them, and putting them on her head. But yeah… doesn’t look like she is covering up that ass anytime soon.