So, I have been stripping Baby Boy down to his diaper in the evenings, right. He sweats all the time and loves to be n*ked. (completely understandable). Well, the Big Brother has decided that he wants to be stripp*d down to his und*rwear too…Okay, I can handle that–it is in the privacy of our own home, whatever.
So, you can imagine my surprise tonight when I went to check on my sons (they had gone to Big Brother’s room and were really quiet). I peek in to the room to see Big Brother stark n*ked. I say, “Where are your clothes?” He says, “I took them off! (all smiles).” I tell him, “We just put on your jammies, put them back on!” I then turn the corner to look at Baby Boy. All I see is him, big smiles, looking up at me with his diaper and pants pulled down to his knees.
…Grown!…
Either he learned how to get his britches off or “someone” wanted brother n*ked too!
….Ooh, I can only imagine the spam and searches I am going to see from this post…

He’s just taking after the Big Brother contestants. Perhaps you ought to let him watch Bart Simpson next time?