The other day, as I was getting ready to clean the house, William asked me if he could watch a show. So, I bundled him up in a blanket, and turned on a show for him. I figured he would soon fall asleep, because it was his nap time.
I was cleaning out the guinea pig cage when I heard a loud, sharp knock on the door.
I answered the door and saw a very stern looking lady glaring at me. She asked me if I had a little blonde boy. I said yes.
She asked me if I knew where he was. I began to tell her that he was "right over there watching a show," but as I pointed to the couch...it was empty.
The lady then rudly told me that he was way too far down the street, and pointed her finger down the road. I walked outside and looked around the corner of the house, and there was William off in the distance.
He was happily pushing his toy lawnmower (which he calls his vaccuum) along the sidewalk, out of our cul-de-sac and several houses down, and he did not have a shred of clothing on.
Yup, his chubby, white body was bare as bare can be. He was just humming along without a care in the world.
I, on the other hand, just about died. I did everything in my power to keep from laughing my head off, but the face of this lady was just glowering over me, and yes, I was extremely shocked myself.
So, I just called for William to come home, thanked the glaring lady and ran after my naked child.