It started with potty training and the immense freedom of taking off her pants to use the potty. Now as I write, she sits in our sunny living room at 2pm smashing her brother’s cars, all the while in her whitey tighties & pig tails.

The running in underwear habit doesn’t happen every day, but each night we put her to bed, we tuck her. in. and. wait. Some nights it’s just her pj top, some nights top and bottoms, and a few a nights she manages to get all the way down to her birthday suit before rolling over to sleep. I consider it a win for me if the pull-up remains on and she’s sleeping, and a point for Lela if she is able to get naked and return to the living room….graced with a smile, wide awake.

There’s no chance she got this habit from me, I wear a multitude of layers everywhere, I despise being cold and sleep with a heated blanket. I assume she’s warm blooded like her father.