One of the things you consider as a parent is the right time to teach modesty to your children. Especially us moms, who can't even get private time on the toilet without company. Without a story about the latest cartoon hero or plush adventure.
To see HH and me, you'd think we were pretty conservative folk. There's one thing that we're - um - relaxed about, and that is our state of dress at home. Or undress. You know, before and after a shower. Not at the dinner table or anything. We insist on pants.
So at 7, I thought it was well past the time to put some limitations on Boo, and we have. But not completely. I figured that like a lot of things, the time would reveal itself. Like when I wondered when to let Boo play in the rec room alone - and for how long. When do I let him in the yard alone? Those answers revealed themselves to me when I saw Boo display certain levels of emotional maturity.
So the other day, I was starting to get dressed. I hadn't gotten very far when I hear Boo calling for me. I could hear his footsteps approaching my dressing area.
He turns the corner.
He sees me.
He quickly covers his eyes -
and said "Ewwww!"
I think it's time.