MyThreeDaughters

We still sleep with the “baby,” the nearly 11-month-old baby in our room. Her room is a walk-in closet (hey, it’s nice and big and bigger than most kids have for a bedroom). But every morning, when I hear one of the older girls pop open her door, I scramble out of bed, grab some clothes off the floor and try to get out of the room before she comes into our room and wakes the baby.
So, I was doing this on Sunday, and my back was stiff, so I grabbed my jeans and long-sleeve shirt and carried them out of the room to meet the three-year-old in the hallway. The nearly six year old joined us while we were going down the steps, when three-year-old announced:
“Daddy doesn’t look good with none pants on.”
Two things: For the record, again, I did have boxers on. Second, I’ll have more than boxers on from now on. And three: Wait ’til their in college and I get a pair of those giant sunglasses that go over your other glasses. How good is Daddy going to look then?