The Age of Modesty

This morning I was about to go downstairs and make oatmeal for my kid, who would eat this every day, all day if I let him. I had my green, almost-knee-length nightgown on, and as I approached the stairs, my son asked, "Are you wearing underwear, Mommy?" I assured him that I was, and asked him why he'd asked. "Well," he said, "I can't really tell. Actually, why don't you go put some pajama pants on?" I asked if he would feel better if I put on pajama pants. "Yes," he said, "because I'm wearing pajama pants, too." I smiled and, thinking that my kiddo was old enough to have developed some sense of modesty (for both of us), asked him if maybe I should start closing the door when I get dressed. "Well," he said with a shrug, "I like to watch ya."

Um, yeah...hmm. ;^)