concerned for her future

Tonight, while eating dinner, The Babe informed me that she's hot. "Mommy, I'm hot. I need to take my shirt off." While it's not as though that's a very common request around these parts, we're not the kind of family that really cares about naked. "Sure, honey, take your shirt off." I'm thinking, what difference does it make? Just take your shirt off and eat your pasta.

Both of my children routinely parade around the house in various stages of dress and undress at all times of the day. They're little, who cares? If they're still behaving this way in mixed company while in their teens, I might start to worry. That's what I thought. But here I am today, concerned for her future.

The Babe took her shirt off, and proceeded to parade all around the kitchen.

"I'm topless! I'm topless! Look at me! I'm topless!"

Hmmmm....