Wal-Mart Baby

My friend calls then White Trash Babies. My husband calls them Wal-Mart Babies. I even composed a song in their honor:

It's Naked Baby Time
It's Naked Baby Time
Time to Be
A Naked Baby
It's Naked Baby Time!

...what? I never said I was Burt Bacharach.

Little babies in nothing but a diaper are probably the happiest babies in the world, whether they're at Wal-Mart or in my backyard. I think Khan agrees with RuPaul's famous quote, "You're born naked, and the rest is drag." (I probably misquoted that...)

Naked babies don't bother me, as long as they're wearing a diaper and the weather is warm. But I always dress Khan when we go out in public. I want to get it into his head that we get dressed when we see other people, BEFORE he learns to undress himself.

But at home, on our own property...I let him roam. All summer it's been 90 degrees or hotter. Perfect Wal-Mart baby weather. Khan naked = Khan happy = Mommy happy.

Ao glory in the naked babies and their exposed fat tummies and soft skin and all their unclothed chub. Love the naked babies. And maybe envy them a little, too.