The Naked Truth

 When was the last time your kids saw you naked?  Probably when they were very young and you figured they would never remember.  What age is that?  I would say anything over 3 years old is pushing the envelope and therapy may be possible in the future.  What about you seeing your parents naked?  Sorry if I stir up old memories.

 Today started like any other day, my wife and I sitting around enjoying the fact it was Sunday and nothing to do.  There was of course the laundry, dishes, cleaning and showers for the kids, but my wife said it would be good for me to have something to do on Monday.  The kids were running around yelling and playing or what their version of playing is.  Frick scratched Frack, Jeff beat up on Mutt and Mutt took his revenge.  They took the time to create more Monday work for Dad, always thinking of me those kids.  I then attacked the driveway, shovelled the snow and cleaned off the cars.  While I finished the driveway my wife got the kids ready for a visit to the hospital to see Grandpa.  I then headed for a shave and a shower so that we could get going.



 a little addition for my wife



 My wife knocked on the door and asked if I left my needle (a story for another day) open on the table.  On the table yes, open no.  Panic sets in as we realize the needle is missing and we both go running up the stairs into the living room, me with nothing on.  For the women that don't want a mental picture please think of somebody like Matthew McConaughey, although that may be to close of a comparison, maybe Bruce Willis.  Anyway I digress, the missing needle is our immediate concern, although my wife says it wasn`t missing I was carrying it in plain sight.  Now try to put yourself in our kids position as their mom and dad come running into the room yelling about a missing needle and your dad is butt naked, again think of Matthew.  Everyone denied seeing the needle and it was found it in the garbage, opened from package but cap not removed.  At this time I let in to a little speech about how I am the one in the wrong and they are not in trouble, but seriously are they hearing a word.  Frick is crying and my wife is suggesting a wash cloth to cover up, who is she kidding I was looking for a beach towel, and the rest of the kids are in stunned silence.

 When all was said and done the needle was found, everyone was okay and we discovered the culprit, yet she is only three so no charges are being pressed.  Oh and it turned out the beach towel was not necessary, as everyone closed their eyes and prayed for me to leave, which I did.

 So you tell me, therapy?  My wife is signing herself up.  As for the kids, by end of day and a couple Timbits later Dads exposure has been forgotten, at least until the repressed memories come forth in 30 years.  As for me I may have a new career on the Naked News.  Fun times and laughs.