So why not just avoid the hassle and slap a diaper on the boy? Well, in all honesty, he simply enjoys being naked. I mean, really, who doesn't? There's nothing quite like a cool breeze across a pair of naked buns, wouldn't you say?
Oh, that's just me then, is it? Ah-huh, riiiiight. Don't admit it then, that's okay.
The reality is, moral standards and current decency laws only allow running around "nakey" (as we like to call it) for a very short period of time in one's life. I say, let 'em enjoy it while they can. There are so few freedoms allotted to those under the age of three, why not let them have this one harmless, though sometimes messy, freedom?
I've even made up a song for The Boy's "Nakey Time":
sung to the tune of Mr. Sandman
Those buns I adore
But don't you, please, pee on my floor
Not on the tile
Or on the carpet
'Cause Mommy doesn't like it
When you get her things wet.
Go ahead and toot
But don't let nothin' else
Come out of that chute
Nothing icky, black or brown
'Cause poop on the floor
Makes Mommy frown