Near the end of the THIRD day of watching The Pirate walk around naked chest and shirtless I leaned next to his ear and whispered,
We wear shirts in our house.
"But mom...blah blah blah...and I like...blah blah blah....hot...blah blah blah."
I looked at him.
You are absolutely right. Shirts should be optional.
I removed the first of my four layers with him still in shock.
By the time my second layer was off he was yanking open his dresser drawer and screaming, "Stop!!"
By my third layer he was yanking his shirt on.
I smiled.
He knows I would have done it.